I do so love to eat. I am not the girl who forgets a meal. I have never understood people who say, with genuine surprise, “Oh, dear golly! I was so busy, I forgot to eat lunch!”
No, no, never.
I also love breakfast and dinner. And dessert. I like to cook and then I like eating what I cook.
Is that so wrong?
I just can’t imagine coming to the end of my earthly tenure and saying, “Gosh, I wish I hadn’t eaten chocolate cake.” Or, “Dear Gussie, I should never have enjoyed cinnamon rolls. Cinnamon rolls were my undoing!”
Now, listen, you health people. I’m not saying I should sit down at an all-night buffet four times a week and inhale all sorts of saturated fats in solid, liquid and gas forms. But I do think we can enjoy food without feeling miserable about ourselves. All foods! In reasonable portion sizes! Embrace the love!
My new novel has a lovely amount of food in it, so I have food on the brain. Today, I’m thinking about this.
And God bless them, these.
Clearly, winter is having its effect. I don’t see a lot of leafy greens represented here…
You? What makes your mouth water these days?