Let’s talk about the food we had last night,
the new brand of cereals that I discovered and got instantly hooked onto…
I can’t but share with you how good was the Thai curry that I had the other week; in a gem of place, hidden from foodies and tourists alike…
As for the hunger that is within me,
that remains inside after consuming instgram-able and un-instagram-able food alike,
that turn me upside down sometimes,
I will keep that for myself.

Have I told you about the Chilean Red that found its way not only to the shelves of our local supermarket, but to my pantry and maybe my heart?
Or that cocktail of strong stuff at the fancy bar that hits the spot time and time again?
We should go there sometime and while there we will talk about some other bar in town where the drinks might be slightly better.
There’s this thirst within me,
that can be dulled by drinks with percentage points on their labels,
but never really goes away…
Should I bring this to the table?
No, better mention how good Haitian rum can be…

And so,
my hunger and thirst spin on inside,
the whirlwind of thoughts widen the gaping holes that is found inside…

Maybe all it takes is a little courage,
a nod towards vulnerability,
and a leap of faith towards the uncharted territory of trust…

Trust that the best thing I can share with you is not my culinary recommendations but an insight into my real and often confused self…
And trust that you will not flinch from my unexpected burst of reality, but would respond to it with your own.