Why Food Is a Universal Language (And the Only One I’m Fluent In)

Food has always spoken to me louder than words—probably because I never needed a translator. From cooking in my own kitchen to eating grilled lobster on a beach in Panama, I’ve learned that food is a universal language. This post is part love letter, part travel diary, and part confession from someone who’s more fluent in butter than anything else. If you’ve ever felt seen through a shared meal or healed by a perfect bite, you’ll want to read this.