Saturday, February 12, 2011
Food
I am a huge foodie. Actually, I am a normal sized foodie, which is shocking based on how much I love food. I love expanding my palette, trying things I haven't tried; and eating foods that I've eaten my whole life done just a little differently. Today, I got a loaf of Portuguese bread and made toast with honey and butter. Comfort food. I could probably sit and eat half a loaf like this. Nothing beats comfort food. We (Americans), all have a slate of the same comfort foods -- mac and cheese, ham and cheese sandwiches, pizza, chicken soup -- or some variations thereof. But, we also have comfort foods that are entirely unusual to everyone else. I happen to love celery, cream cheese and green olives. My mom used to make it for me all the time, so it's one of my things. Ritz crackers may be substituted in place of celery, but for a true comfort food, it's gotta be celery. I have yet to meet anyone else who eats that; most people look at me like I'm nuts. My friend eats avocados mashed with olive oil and salted heavily on a crusty bread. I had never had that before, until he made it for me one day. I have to admit, I liked it. Prior to that, I had never enjoyed avocados at all. Then there are comfort foods that, once you separate the emotional attachment to them, suck. Yoo-hoo, the chocolate drink, is terrible. Really. But every time I see it I think I'll like it and buy it. I think, in the end, the comfort is more important than the food.
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