There was a time when I was actually reluctant to eat my mother's home cooking, preferring the artificial hospitality taste of restaurant foods. Now, I cancel on restaurant events without a single qualm.
Right now, at this very moment, I am having chocolate on a warm, toasted, sourdough baguette. It was my son's dream come true to get up in this morning and make chocolate for breakfast; I'm like a dream mom to even ask for such a thing.
When your time gets out of hand, when your loved ones turn into strangers and your home life begins to crumble, I suggest you sound an alarm. Pick up a kitchen timer, and turn the dial counter-clockwise.
Culture is expressed in both what and how we eat: from ingredients to cooking method to the way it is served and how mealtimes are arranged. Most of us, whether we realize it or not express our culture everyday by what we prepare.
If I had to write tips on how to make successful bark, I think I'd advise: 1) add crunch 2) add salt 3) use a variety of textures. I'm currently making use of these "guidelines" to improvise some new flavors of my old go-to.