Come dine with me.

In some families, when you are invited to join them for a meal...you know you are someone they consider family or friend. The same is true for my house.

Why do I do it?

It seems as of late that many people are asking me the question, "Why do you do it?" And that question is about many different things. Sometimes it can be said with an undercurrent of judgement, curiosity, or confusion. But no matter what the undercurrent I'm still trying to figure out what the appropriate way to answer this question is.