
About > Catherine Cornett

Food and I have a love-hate relationship. It nags at me with its rich, pungent odors and the promise of a taste that will wash over my mouth like a river bursting a dam.
Since childhood I realized that some of these promises were left unfulfilled. Lima beans soak up any and all moisture in my body, leaving me a parched husk. Peppers are like acupuncture on my tongue and throat ā the flavor is slammed into my mouth in jolts. The sensation of turkey loaf waddling down my throat like a thick, gorged sponge fortified my opinion that some food is just not worth the effort.
Still, as I have grown, so has our relationship. We are still at odds with each other sometimes, but it has finally allowed me to experience luscious tastes slowly creeping along my taste buds like a slow-moving fog. Iām now a self-labeled pasta freak ā tortellini, linguini, ravioli ā I love it all. Most veggies still make my mouth turn down in disgust, but I will always love black olive and mushroom pizza.
We may have our differences and at times we make each other sick, but, boy, do I love food.