I have spent a decade in the finance industry, and have loved it because finance touches everything and everyone. So does food, and food had my heart first. We lived on a farm in the Pennsylvania Amish country for a period of time as a child. We had peacocks, swans, French hens, quail, a horse, and every imaginable beautiful flower. My mom’s love language was homemade meals. And when my very own hen laid her first egg, my mom made a croissant for me, washed with that egg. I can taste it to this day. The buttery flakiness married with the rich yolk from an egg that my small hands had proudly handed to my mom just hours prior, instilled in me my love language at a young age. To me, while I have never been formally trained, love can be found in the careful procurement of the finest ingredients brought together with patient experimentation and served to those I love most. Food is life-giving and life-sustaining; it is medicine and it is a celebration. Food is my favored way of showing love.