I've had three or four posts wandering about in my brain for quite a few days now. I need to write them down so I don't forget to tell you later...
Tonight I got distracted.
I told Andy yesterday that I'm pretty sure about 50% of my brain space is taken up with thoughts about food.
Doesn't that sound like I would have an eating disorder or some major emotionally unhealthy attachment to food?
I don't. I like food, but in a totally normal way.
I just spend SO much time planning meals, grocery shopping, feeding babies, feeding adults, feeding myself.
Food, food, food.
Additionally, both of my parents have discovered that they have pretty severe food allergies to really common foods (gluten, dairy, eggs, almonds, salmon, on and on). So I find myself eating things and wondering how I could adapt them to suit my folks.
I wonder if I have allergies.
I wonder if Andy has allergies.
I wonder if Jack and Joey have allergies.
Food, food, food.
So, instead of writing to you about really fascinating things, like my most recent failure at a new venture and how I realized that I've never really failed anything before and I don't care for the feeling...
or about my dreams of never having anything in a box in my pantry (making all my granola bars and crackers and cereal, etc. ... Oh wait! That has to do with food again!)...
or about my slightly odd attachment to paint chips from the hardware store (I have some framed)...
Instead of transferring those terribly interesting and revelatory tidbits into clever and witty posts, I wandered through the cyber pages of dozens of cookbooks on Amazon. I've actually spent my last three nights pouring over cookbooks - adding them to my wish list, adding them to my cart, deleting them from my cart, writing them on a list to look for at the library...
What can I say, I'm just fascinated by food. Food is what I do right now, and I want to do it well.
What did you have for dinner?
What do you wish you had for dinner?
And what's your favorite cookbook... I'm looking to add to my collection!