I have a real thing for slow-braising meat, for sauces that thicken only with hours of coddling, for peeling a kumquat clean, just right.
I turn words in my head, verbs like macerate, caramelize, and temper. I think of heavy fruit giving over its sugars, of egg yolk going creamy into a sauce, of vanilla bean ribboning loose in batter.
My mother says she feels full from just watching her loved ones eat.
I want to feel full all the time.