All joking and pretense aside now. I am not one of those women who picks, like an anemic bird, when it is time to eat. In fact, my hearty appetite could rival most men my size or maybe more. I know that is an unpopular thing to admit as a woman- but there you have it. My idea of a good time almost always involves food in some way...that being said- I won't eat just any slop. It has to be healthy and of relative quality. I do have favorite foods for different moods, too.
If its a night on the town, when feeling free and funky I zoom into the spicy arms of anything curried. Nothing like a fabulous blend of garlic, cardomom, cumin, ginger and chilli to get my olfactories to wake up my temporal lobe! Sometimes sultry,exotic Indian and other times the sweet, coconut possibilities of Thai- depending on my mood. Other times nothing beats the straight forward comfort of something really cheesy and Mexican- with guacamole and some serious kick. My sisters and I have been known to get lost in the unparalleled pleasure of a Nacho inferno. Oh, yeah. Then of course there are the soup days when its cold and salad days when its hot. There are the times when only something bloody and seasoned, scored by the grill will do.The parties with the proverbial finger foods, like old friends crowding the kitchen counter. Holidays, memories, vacations and events- the human story is written in menu form, and burned into our emotions, irrevokably connecting our feelings, and the rituals we live with the food we eat.
Luckily, I eat healthy, so I can indulge with out guilt. I am a social eater- cardinal rule for foodies: NEVER EAT ALONE! But eating in the morning is permissable. Okay, I am sort of joking now. Anyway, bon appetit!
You're doing a great job driving me crazy
17 hours ago