I plan on making gender stereotypes and advocating for our women to join the food service industry
Like any other person, I shop for food. Wish I had a garden, but that’s for another day.
I check the sales, make my lists, and walk through the supermarket picking up perfectly packaged products in plastic. I don’t think much of it, although I’m a total sucker for pretty packaging.
But there are those products that while wrapped nice and fine, still retain elements of the wild they come from. Styrofoam trays and cling wrap don’t detract from the rawness of it all. Of course, I’m referring to the fish and meat department. Our beloved and loathed proteins.
In their delectable, fully-cooked form, they fill a significant section of this magazine, yet to experience them before they’re all wrapped and lined up in refrigerated rows is something we may be curious about — in a distant, vicarious way of course.
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