We were having fun, the drinks were doing their job, and the house-made mozzarella was rocking our taste buds. But it was the soulful music that really set the night off.
As a formerly picky eater, I can certainly attest to the lack of culinary curiosity a child might have. When I was five, the only thing I would eat for lunch was a cut up hot-dog (sans bun) and Chicken Noodle O soup. Being a short-sighted toddler, I couldn’t fathom eating anything else.
After all, change is the only constant thing in life, and often there’s no choice but to embrace it. Things change, people change, seasons change. It may be totally out of your control, but it can be a comfort to know you’re not responsible.
I’m sure most of us can think back on different meals that we’ve had that were phenomenal. The food was delicious, the atmosphere was just right, and you had a lovely time. And of course, there are other times when the meal was so bad, you can’t help but remember. But does anyone reminisce about the everyday, mediocre meals?
Staying up late, watching reruns of 90s sitcoms, whilst creating delicious goodies was my trademark Friday night as a teen. I can’t say that I enjoyed anything more in my formative years. You really get to know yourself staying up until 3:00am, eating chips and salsa by the glow of your hand-me-down television.
The choices are endless; gone are the days when your only option was a side of tomato. Now you can get just about anything. There are smoked meats, artisanal cheeses, fruit spreads, sautéed vegetables and a lot of other things that I don’t feel like listing.
Most of my cooking failures have occurred because I just couldn’t wait for the end result. Not that I’m going crazy and eating raw food, but I’ll rush what I’m doing and it just doesn’t quite turn out. Thank God my partner does most of the cooking, or we’d be eating a lot of under cooked pasta.
I feel like the idea that “we fight all the time, but we still love each other” has been used far too often to excuse lousy spousal behavior. Not that we all don’t have a nasty side, but you’ve got to communicate in an effective way for a relationship to survive.
Sometimes you get into a rut. You try to make healthy meals at home, but then you start to slip and order take-out night after night. Of course there’s nothing wrong with that sometimes, but doing it all the time can lead to really bad habits.
I usually prefer savory foods, but I still get the craving every now and then for some chocolatey goodness. It’s just another way that I am much like my mother.
And although sushi is something that I love and frequent, I understand that it’s not going to be everyone’s favorite thing. Even the most evolved pallets can’t stomach the texture, and guess what? THAT’S OK
Pancakes and bacon quickly became synonymous with early rising, and I was not on-board.