What’s your favorite recipe?

A story of inaccessiblity and hunger and making do.

Before I begin this story I just want to say that I did have access to help, it was my own anxiety and shame that prevented me from getting it.

But many times at home as a teen I was left alone for several hours. I would get hungry and be unable to teach any of the food that we did have in the house. As such I would eat condiments as these were within my reach.

So while I can’t say it’s my favourite recipe. I do enjoy some extra seasoning once in a while after I have finished a meal.