In college, the art student joined a supper club. Potlucks in dorm rooms; rice cookers and hot plates. The artist knew nothing of cooking; her meals were brown-bagged: baloney and cheese on white bread. They called her “kid.” They appointed her prep cook. She chopped vegetables, learned how to cook beans. She took recipe notes in her sketchbooks.
The supper club nurtured the art student. Better quality food helps us think more creatively, they told her; through food we are united. Club nights were flavorful feasts.
The art student became an artist and a cook, sharing inspiration. United by food.
The artist, , writes and illustrates , a whimsical chronicle of her morning sketches and creative journey and hailed as “one of the bright spots in the world.”
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Thank you Amie!!! You did an amazing job with everything I told you about!!! What a fun way to share!!!! Thanks again!!!! 💚💙💚💙💚💙💚💙
Love the hand lettering!