A year after my last cookbook, East, came out, I told my editor that I wanted to write another one. But then I had a baby and a breakdown, and things were put on pause while I shattered into pieces and painstakingly put myself back together again (in a much better, stronger way – breakdowns are great for that).
One of the most bewildering things that happened was that I lost my love for food, both cooking and eating. But cooking was how I made a living, fed my family and navigated the world. I knew I had to find a way back to it, and fast.
