Food is life.
Without food, no single organism on the planet would live. Plants eat air. Animals eat either plants and/or other animals. Our ancestors would travel, often for days, after food, and would move once it became scarce where they lived.
Food is life.
Every culture has food on its center. People would sit to share a meal. The culinary staple would figure prominently in the myths. The power revolving around who controls the access to the better fields and the better equipment.
Food is life.
The mother nurtures the infant with milk. Friends brake bread. The hospitality is defined by shared salt. And the neighbor is always around to lend sugar.
If food is life, to cook is to mold life. To master its natural powers according to the Will. To make the food pleasing to the senses as a reflection to what the cook has inside.
Every tool and every science derive of our need of food. To cook is understand the primal urges inside everyone and use this knowledge for the ultimate civilizatory good.
To make good food is to seize the universe and drain its juices.
​Carpe Diem