My Personal Journey with Food & Why I Now Do Gentle Lunar Cleansing ~ My Early Years ~ Food? Not friends.  Growing up in “the last generation of feral kids” – where kids stayed out until called home or risked being given chores – family dinners were not peaceful. Between being laughed at while eating and watching my stressed mother struggle to feed everyone (nothing was “good enough”), I wanted to escape and never experience that as a mom (but I did! lol). My childhood solution? Covert pantry raids and bathroom picnics with Little Debbie Doritos in the dark. When Mom started delegating cooking duties, my contribution was fish sticks and french fries – hardly gourmet, but yay fish?! (Dad’s house? Bologna, velveeta and fries  While we did have some beautiful moments baking and creating together (my mom was excellent at this, and my daughter inherited that same gift), the…