Food and I have a tumultuous relationship. When I was younger and in my prime, I admit, I used him. I used him for one purpose and one purpose only, to provide me energy to keep up with my friends. I was thin and beautiful and didn’t give him a second thought or a sideways glance.
Now that I am older with uh,…curves and emotional baggage he and I dance a strange Tango type dance that leaves my head spinning and my insides full and warm. I pursue him as I scour cookbooks and recipe websites devoted to him. I read blogs (like 299 Opine
) and become giddy with excitement as he describes best places to eat and bread in a can
. I touch my…tongue as I imagine the flavors that will eventually linger and come to rest there. I stock him with every fiber of my being knowing that a restraining order would be warranted.
I know that he is always there if I need him but he always leaves me with a little something extra when he goes. A cruel punishment of our tangled love affair. A byproduct of our love.
And so, I leave you with my latest crisis in picture story form. Enjoy…
Food, a Cautionary Tale
by Keri Gastro-Cuisine
This is the invitation to the wedding that started it all. (I am to be Matron of Honor at Kristabel’s wedding.)
This is the dress (2 sizes too small) that I bought for the wedding because of the invitation that started it all.
This is pantry, that feeds my nervousness, at fitting into the dress (2 sizes too small), to be in the wedding that started it all.
This is the scale that screams at me for being in the pantry, feeding my nervousness at the thought of fitting in the dress 2 sizes too small for the wedding that started it all.
This is the ummm…curves, that makes the scale scream from being in the pantry, feeding the nervousness at the thought of fitting into the dress 2 sizes too small for the wedding that started it all.
This is the blog post that will always remind me that no matter how much I love food, I will NEVER again buy a dress 2 sizes too small.
The End… Again