This may come as a shock to many of you, but I love food. I always have. It's my pacifier. It makes me happy. Especially bread. I often joke that the reason some people are still alive today is my immediate access to onion bagels. I have one almost everyday, at home or out. If I go to a bagel place and they do not make onion bagels, I never go back.
I'm from a small town in Pennsylvania, and we had all types of bakeries when I was growing up, and they still do. My town was such a great mix of cultures that we had shops that made bagels, cannolis, doughnuts, sugar cookies, and baklava.
The modern day sugar cookies originated in Nazareth, PA, just a few short miles from my hometown. My mother could go to Leone's Bakery and get minutes old fresh baked Italian bread for dinner that night. We grew up fairly close to Philadelphia and New York City, which meant day trips to food nirvana. My father took us often.
The only thing we didn't have was fresh shellfish. I actually thought Mrs. Paul's fish sticks were seafood. I didn't have my first crab until I was twelve. I thought that my parents had perpetrated a great miscarriage of justice. How had I been living without crabs?
Now in DC, I couldn't be happier with the access to all of the different foods and cultures available every day. I can get my bread, sushi, crabs, bbq, and butter chicken, all in one place. This girl couldn't be happier and the world is a safer place. No, I do not need therapy or intervention. Why? Because I have access to my bagels, and that is enough.