Healing recipes, ideas and hope from my Italian kitchen in Los Angeles.
A journey of recovery from eating disorders, rage, and war with life through a newly-found love for food, for cooking, and ultimately for life.
Healing begins at the dining table.
Although I believed that I could heal from other conditions, among them depression, self-harm, and alcoholism, I knew that I would never recover from bulimia and anorexia. I carried such a certainty with pride, like a badge of honor – the pain made me feel different and special.
Today I am able to observe the old belief in a different perspective, and what I used to call pride looks more like Stockholm syndrome. After all, the disease had captured me, in a way, and in captivity I had bonded with it. I did not want to leave.