“My mother never stopped cooking. She never stopped nourishing me. On Sundays, her face would disappear into steam from simmering carrots, celery, and onions, as she prepped our soup for the week. Her food processor held a prominent spot on the kitchen counter, mixing homemade sauces. The kitchen always smelled of tahini. She showed me, leading by example, that real food is the right food. It is the only food.” CookingReal Food Book:Bonjour Kale: A Memoir of Paris, Love, and Recipes Source: Bonjour Kale: A Memoir of Paris, Love, and Recipes