How Cooking With My Kid Cemented My Eating Disorder Recovery
I stand at the stove next to a little boy. My son is six, leaning close to the Mauviel pot. The copper needs a polish, but I’m unconcerned.“Whisk,” I say, trying to impart a sense of urgency.The child-sized silicon tool in his hand lazes in the custard.“Whisk,” I repeat, cupping his knuckles,...















