People love to ask, “What’s your favorite food?”—as if there’s one answer that defines you. For me, there isn’t. I don’t have a single favorite, and I don’t feel the need to. My relationship with food is fluid. It is shaped by mood and season. It is also determined by what my body or spirit is asking for at the moment. Some days I crave the warmth of soup. Other days, I want a burger with all the fixings. Sometimes, it’s something simple like flatbread with herbs and olive oil.
Food, to me, is more than taste—it’s texture, memory, comfort, and timing. I don’t eat to impress or to follow trends. I eat to feel nourished, grounded, and sometimes just to enjoy the quiet joy of something familiar. That’s why I don’t box myself into favorites. What feels perfect today not speak to me tomorrow, and I’ve learned to honor that shift without judgment.
So when people ask what I love to eat, I say: it depends. It depends on how I feel, what I need, and what story I want my plate to tell. Food is personal, and I believe it should be flexible. Whether it’s something rich and indulgent or light and cleansing, I let my mood guide me. That’s how I stay connected—not just to the food, but to myself.
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