For The Love Of Food

Sunday, September 21, 2008

It's not a surprise to anyone around me that I love food.

I love to make it. I love to read about it. I love to smell it. I love to talk about it. I love to share it. I love to buy it. I love to give it. And I especially love to eat it.

I believe it's genetic. Almost all members of my family, on both sides, have a deep connection with food. Everyone in my bloodline can cook, and HOW!

My Uncle's plum pudding at Christmas is to die for!

My Dad makes the undisputed worlds best biscuits and gravy.

My mother can feed an army a vast array of comfort foods on 20 minutes notice, without a trip to the market.

Even the non-cooks in my family Step-Dad's homemade ice cream is the highlight of summer get togethers.

So how is it that 2/3 of my brood have ZERO interest in food. They don't want to make it. They don't want to talk about it. They only eat it because it keeps them from passing out. HOW IS THAT POSSIBLE?

Thank goodness for my youngest. You've seen her here in my posts before. She's a little me when it comes to food. This morning, as she was eating leftover chicken alfredo on penne for breakfast, she broke out the block of Romano cheese and grated it fresh over her pasta, because it tastes better than that stuff in the green can. What 10 year old does that, seriously?

She eats sushi. She's tried the soft shell crabs at the Chinese buffet. She loves calamari. In fact, I can't think of anything the child doesn't like. Except she's not a big chocolate fan. SIGH, I guess nobody is perfect.



mom said...

You do come by the love of food honestly.

I am so pleased Summer likes to cook. It is a love of creativity.

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