Food, glorious food! I confess. I'm obsessed with it, and all things connected to it. My Sunbeam hand mixer, Breville Panini Maker, my old and ever so faithful Cuisinart (a hand me down from Bettie). Is it wrong or perhaps even pychotic that they are such an integral part of my life? Before you start getting any ideas, I don't need to appear on one of the random self-improvement shows like "My Strange Obsessions." I may have some food issues, but the chicks smelling mothballs for pleasure and collecting Cabbage Patch Kids as companions have it far worse than me.
Undoubtedly, food and all things connected to it play a huge part in my life. It's how I show people that I love them. From the weekday comfort food (smoked turkey and fontina panini with a spiced fig confit), to breakfast food (pancakes, cheese grits and chicken sausage on a lazy Saturday morning, to standard Southern fare learned from my grandmothers (homeade pimento cheese sandwiches, deviled eggs, and smothered chicken), playing short order cook has never bothered me one bit.
My love for food is another expression of my creative side, really. How quickly can you export yourself to 50 different parts of the world by simply looking at breakfast menus for a few minutes? Just one glance of a plate full to the rims of a typical English breakfast--baked beans, black pudding, steamed mushrooms and back bacon--can transform me instantly back to Canary Wharf, mind swirling with business ideas for my work program, what my girls were doing at home without me. Or, open a can of Spam. Pair it with some white steamed rice, a side of fluffy pancakes with coconut syrup and a blindfold, and I'd swear I was sitting in an outdoor Hawaiian strip mall type breakfast joint eagerly anticipating a day trip to the beach.
Where do your food adventures take you in your mind?
I could not get down with the pork 'n beans for breakfast in England. But the fish 'n child...yessir!!!
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