This week’s prompt is: Opposites in emotion combined with Bee’s great ‘Love is da Blog’ prompt for February.
I have a love /hate relationship with food.
I love to eat but I hate what it does to me.
Somewhere you’d think there would be a balance.
At present the balance is skewed in the hate direction.
There is an explanation of course, its genetics and its medications. The stuff I take to keep me on the straight and narrow is working well as far I can tell, the blood tests etc. all point me in the right direction but there are side effects of some drugs one being a desire to eat, of feeling hungry a lot of the time.
It’s a daily struggle but one I am determined to win and as I age it’s becoming a matter of eating right and exercise. The best way to lose weight is of course to watch what goes into your mouth and I have to admit to being a bit of a grazer. I graze on the foods I am allowed to eat, far too much, that is the problem.
So my whinge over what I love about food is the infinite variety. When I was recently in Japan I decided to eat whatever landed in front of me. It was two weeks of walking and eating, I loved it. One night we went to a hotel for dinner with a Japanese friend. We had I think about 8 or 9 dishes before stopped to full to continue but each dish was presented as the Japanese do, as a work of art, and covered I think all food groups. A wonderful experience.
In a previous life I was married and my mother in law would make what she called an Apple Blossom Pie. It was a dessert to die for. I think it had enough calories in it to satisfy you for a year but it was the best of pies. Homemade pastry, an apple mix, and on top this soft pink topping your taste buds rejoiced in savouring.
Now days I love to cook, I didn’t always, when I was married and later in another failed relationship cooking was fraught with danger, one slip up and you were made to suffer usually the embarrassment of having to clean it off the floor after it was thrown at you. I was good at cleaning floors.
But now even my children are amazed by how I am able to put ingredients in a pot and have them taste ok. As was evidenced this past week when I contributed three dishes to our multi-cultural night.
I would like to think apart from my personal issues with food that I have more loves than hate. I don’t like what it does to me but I love the exploration of cooking, nothing too complicated I have to add; simple food for a simple man is how I see it.