One of my Jewish friends has recently submitted for public embarassment her life journey with food. Specifically, bread. Complete with great bread porn photos, her opening statement on her new blog, Second Dinner, eloquently opens:

I bake. A lot. This means that I inundate my roommates, friends, family, and co-workers with carb-heavy goods on a regular basis. Most are delighted, but several people have very valid misgivings, or wish that so much bounty was a little less available to them.

Like many Americans, I have a complicated relationship with food…However, the majority of my complicated relationship with food comes from negotiating other people’s complicated relationships with food. I have many friends who struggle with their weight, with cravings, with implanted complexes or insatiable desires. One brave and hilarious soul is merrily blogging about her weight-loss adventures, and spontaneously volunteered to link to this blog despite its food focus. My friends are big and small, actors and non-actors, generally hung up about their looks or not, and the food issues cross those lines in surprising ways, and don’t always crop up where I would expect.

Read the rest of her opening post here.