My life journey began in a town of 400 and my food journey began in Chicago when I was 11, with a piece of Salisbury Steak. (if you went to school in the States like me, then your lunch likely sucked... and it likely included Salisbury Steak.) For those that don’t know, Salisbury Steak* is the epitome of processed food. Animal parts, gluten-y binders and unpronounceable preservatives formed into a patty...with grill marks PAINTED on them. To make matters worse, the sauce turns into a gelatin substance once it’s cold... That night I told my mom that I wanted...needed to start making my own lunch. From there, my interest in
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