7.14.2010

Introduction

Ah Food.

My beloved.

My nemesis.

We have been together a long, long time, haven’t we? My first memory involves you – Daddy lifting me up to look in the oven to see the Thanksgiving turkey roasting. And that was a looooong time ago, as we haven’t roasted a bird since the Nixon administration. It’s all about smoking that gobbler for us anymore.

You are my longest, most complicated non-family relationship. The phrase “there’s a thin line between love and hate” was written just for us. Nothing ambivalent about our connection.

I love what makes you tick. How you are composed. How you are so much more than nutrition and sustenance. What you do for people. How you can alternately be simple and complicated and succeed on both counts.

There are things about you I’m not so crazy about – why you refuse to leave my hips and tuchus alone, no matter how I try to shake you. Why, in my deepest darkest moments, we become horribly and self-destructively co-dependent. Olives. Gin. (Yes, gin counts. I’m cranking this pasta maker, so my rules.)

This project is about us – you and me. I want to broaden our relationship. Enhance it. Fine tune it. Separate the wheat from the chaff.

(OK. Enough with the food clichés. I hear you. Party pooper.)

It’s about our past. Our present. Our future.

Bon appétit, y'all!

6 comments:

  1. Good luck with your endeavor hon!

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  2. UMMMM, Gravy! Hope there are biscuits too :)

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  3. I love this post! I'm in a deep relationship with food also, yet I dislike cooking, but LOVE to eat!

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