Food is love, food is life. Food is delicious. Yummy yummy in my tummy. But anyway, I love food so much, a little too much if I’m going to be honest. Food was my first love. If I don’t get the food I want, it’s almost like a really bad heartbreak. It sucks. Food is addicting, I literally have no self control when it comes to eating. It is my goal to fix my eating and spending habits this summer as I would spend my money on food most of the time. But food is so good. For example, I absolutely LOVE scrambled eggs. My mom made me scrambled eggs all the time for breakfast. And say if there was another time when I was somewhere else and they were making scrambled eggs, everyone knows that I get the most. I just can’t get enough. I got so obsessed that they were the first things I learned to cook. I would ask my mom to make me some but she sometimes wasn’t able to because she would be busy so she taught me. But overall, food always brings people together. It sucked missing my first thanksgiving last year and not being able to be with family and friends. I had to miss out on the green bean casserole, peach cobbler, macaroni and cheese, red velvet cupcakes, ham, and so much more. My mom kept trying to get me to come home for thanksgiving but I didn’t want her to spend a lot of money considering I would be returning 2 weeks after anyway. But it wasn’t all bad because I got the apartment to myself and I got to eat McDonald’s. I usually thought it was a load of hprseshit whenever people say that they made their food with love. Like how are we supposed to know what love tastes like? What is love?