Excerpt
CHAPTER ONE Once Upon a Lunch BEFORE NUTRITION LABELS, before restaurants, before forks and plates and “what sounds good tonight?”—there was just hunger. Not the kind you feel standing in front of a fridge. Not the kind you scroll past on delivery apps. But the kind that moved you. To hunt. To gather. To eat, or die. Food wasn’t a lifestyle yet. It was instinct, a sacred contract with the world: you move, you find, you survive. And when you did? You didn’t just eat—you celebrated. Fire changed everything. Not just because it cooked meat. But because it created time. Time to sit. Time to taste. Time to share stories instead of scanning for threats. The first “meal” was more than a refueling...