It’s no secret that I’m a bit food-obsessed–or that I’m horror-obsessed. So put those two together, and I’m pursuing a masters of philosophy in gastrohorror. I’m delighted that Macabre Daily has offered me my own monthly column to yak about gastrohorror. The first column dropped today! Here’s an excerpt:

Every time I open the refrigerator door, I fully expect to see a severed head. I blame “Friday the 13th Part 2” (1981). Seeing Mrs. Voorhees’ lifeless noggin nestled between the milk and a leftover casserole sticks with you when you’re 9 years old. The link between what we eat and what scares us was set for me quite early.

That does explain my obsession with gastrohorror. And, I hope, the beginning of yours (if you’re not already a superfan of food, horror, and disgust). There’s something delightful about using food as a vehicle for fear. Certainly, you’ve heard of the Rule of Three, yes? Three hours without air, three days without water, three weeks without food. If you prick us, do we not bleed, for sure—but refuse to feed us, and do we not starve to death in a reinforced steel cage?

If you’re curious, or if food, horror, and disgust are your jam, please head over to read it and let me know what you think!