I love many things in no order – music, food, words, smut, erotica, astrology, anime, technology, traveling… but I let’s make this about food, shall we? And perhaps a few savory stories too.
There was a time when I absolutely despised cooking. I freaking love it now. I get all kinds of moist just looking at food or ingesting it. I equally love it when words swirl in my mind. It’s nice to see that battle come out on paper now.
I am neither a foodie nor a sex-pert. I swish words in my mind regularly as I converse with myself. We all do it. Don’t Judge me. It is a never-ending stream-of-consciousness-inner-monologue. Between you and me, I think it rocks.
I started this blog so I would challenge myself. I do not claim to be a food connoisseur but since I enjoy it, I will write about it. I am not an erotica heroine, but I will have a go at it. Things might change down the line, as they do. We evolve!
I am excited to inject my carnal and culinary literature here. Writing has always been an escape pod. Literally.
I have made the UK my home till the winds of life sweep me off elsewhere.
Small and simple pleasures do me in and on this journey, I will both be sharing and absorbing.
Join me won’t you?
I smell food, I need to cook it.
I see food, I have to cook it.
I think food, I want to cook it.
I taste food, well I either cooked it or I’ll cook it.
I touch food and I freaking savor it.