Can a muffin be lost in translation? This is what I want to know.  You see, my food is my language.  It is my way of communicating my thoughts and emotions which are otherwise indescribable.   I’m not sure anyone else can understand my food language exactly the way it is intended, but I am convinced that it is a language all the same.  It conveys my heart, my soul and my mind.  Isn’t that a language?

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