what kind of person was Cash Sinclair

Cooking for people is my singular most favorite thing in all of existence. Nothing even comes close to the joy I feel from toiling over a hot stove and a full oven, making adjustments and changes, random moments of inspiration, experimenting all to suit the tastes of my friends and lovers.

I think I might fucking hate cooking as a job though.

One day a few years back I was making dinner for my family and while my back was turned my little sister had snuck up and stolen a few shrimp from the pot. I started to get very agitated and even angry at her. As my voice started to rise, my mother said in such a gentle, calming voice, in our native language “It’s food…it is food.”

So much meaning and understanding was translated to me suddenly in that moment.

I’m quite fond Sikhs and some Hindus in particular for this tradition they uphold. Every single day without fail they cook meals for hundreds, thousands, hundreds of thousands. Anyone can eat. Anyone of any religion, ethnicity, orientation, anything. It’s food.

it is food.