This post is an ode to food. I too want a world that understand snacks.

From Musings From a Tangled Mind:

So yes, I’d love to make food. All the food. I’d love to roast cauliflower until it’s caramelized and crispy. I’d love to hand-roll gnocchi like an Italian grandmother who drinks wine at noon and gives unsolicited advice. I’d love to make spanakopita so flaky it causes trust issues. But more than anything, I want to eat the food. And honestly? I’d like to live somewhere that understands the sacred art of snacks. Somewhere I can say, “I’m in the mood for something warm, salty, and wrapped in pastry,” and the universe just… delivers.