It’s time to pull things back to the other side of the spectrum. The holidays are wrapping up, and I’ll be honest, I indulged some. It wasn’t crazy, but it definitely hasn’t been my usual meals or snacks. I’ve had food that I know I only enjoy once or twice a year, so I let any judge-y voices yammering in my head get blocked out by just being in a moment….
This one goes out to rice. For most of my life, white rice was in almost every dinner I made or was served. Before moving to college, I witnessed my family go through about 3 to 4 rice cookers. I find a comfort in white rice; it’s glistening fluffiness reminds me of a welcome meal when my stomach wasn’t feeling well, big family events at our favorite, now no longer Chinese restaurant, and home. The wonder of sushi later got added to that list in college….
Cheese keeps me grounded. My love of cheese (and a few other things) tethers me to the real world, in which not everything has to be ridiculously clean and healthy all the time. Sometimes you break out the cheese and other times you dive into the plant-powered, gluten-free quinoa salad. Both can exist together in my world and be deeply appreciated….
Soup is a lifesaver. The simplicity of it makes it quick to prepare, make and clean, and I always make a batch fit for large table. That way, no matter what goes on in life, I’ve got a few containers of soup in the fridge ready for me to grab after a long day. …
We all go through food phases. The kind where our senses, stomach, and mind come together and fall head over heels in love with a dish, cuisine, or flavor. For a while, that love is insatiable. You’re thinking about it all the time, changing meal plans and life plans to get that fix. That delicious fix that just makes every part of your body sing. The high lasts for a few weeks or months, and then the fire for it settles down until a new food or flavor stokes it….