tale of a tail

I'm Andrew, I'm 49 and I'm a chef. I write because I need some sort of a therapy. I wasn't a chef all my life for in my other one I was an architect. The reality is that I owe my life to food. It had saved me in a surprising way. This is the true story of my post-divorce journey and how my numerous attempts to climb back on Mount Olympus had slowly and irreversibly changed me into the person that I am today. I have metamorphosed from Cancer into a Scorpio, from a basically harmless soft crab into a fearsome poisonous creature. It is a story of a husband without a wife, of a father without kids, of a lover in search for someone relevant in his life and of a citizen without a country. Back when I started my journal my biggest dilemma was how can I describe my each transformation without harming the intimacy of the person who triggered the process... suddenly I had an idea: the way you dress is a language, the way you drink, what you drink, the way you talk, you walk, you laugh, you eat.. .especially what we eat... everything is a form of language, some are more effective than others, true, but to someone who's paying attention all of the above non verbal actions in reality are speaking tons about us and I am a chef so I intend to describe each relevant woman whom I've welcomed in my life through a recipe inspired by her. I have turned each of their attributes into ingredients which you can cook and hence you can picture her with the help of your tastebuds instead of using your imagination. I won't be posting pictures, naturally, so this is the best I can do for you. I'm not a profesional writer, like I said, English isn't my mother language but I promise I'll do my best to turn the reading into a pleasant experience so please don't judge me too harsh if I will fail from time to time. I'm a human, after all... who grew a scorpion's tail