Saturday, January 22, 2011

Day 473

I am not a foodie.

I don’t think about food.  I eat because apparently it keeps me alive. 

I am grateful for food.  I just don’t live for it.

I appreciate it. It just doesn’t sit high in my thought process.

I’m not anorexic or anything. Far from it.  Right now I am above my ideal weight. I do eat. And sometimes I eat a lot.  I just don’t have a passion for food.  I don’t think about it.

I don’t desire a restaurant life.

I don’t buy recipe magazines.

I seriously do not get those cooking shows.

And all the fuss over Master Chef?  What the ?!

I don’t care what I’m served for dinner (unless its poo … then I would care).

I don’t think about what I’m going to make for breakfast, lunch and dinner.

I just don’t.

My husband and son love food.  They often ask me in the morning what is going to be for dinner that night.

Stuffed if I know!

So I had to start planning ahead.  For the purposes of shopping and the purposes of keeping them satisfied.  I would write it on the white board.  But no imagination.  I hate to say it but the “care factor” is almost zero.  I do it for them. 

My in-laws plan their menu day in bed each morning.  Are you serious?  Down to the finest detail. 

Right now they are whisking up their breakfast masterpiece as I sip my green tea and wonder what all the fuss is about.  I’ll grab a cruskit in a while.

If I was alone I would eat bikkies and dip or salad for the rest of my life.  Sure, I like to create different salads.  I love to use left overs from the night before and mix it with lettuce to see what arrives.  That’s something I guess.  Hope for me? 

My mother likes to cook. And she’s bloody good at it.  When I grew up we had lovely sit down meals including breakfast. But I ate because it was served not because I had a hankering to eat wonderful food.  Two minute noodles or lobster.  It’s all the same to me.

My daughter is very interested in cooking.  Last night she helped Daddy at the BBQ. She seemed to love it. 

I just don’t love it.  I’ll do it.  But I’m no foodie.

What’s wrong with me?

God gave you a gift of 86,400 seconds today. Have you used one to say "thank you?" ~William A. Ward

Been living in the attitude of gratitude at Achieve Beyond this week.  I am grateful for the food on my table, the roof over my head and the love in my heart. I may not be a foodie, but I sure appreciate it.

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  1. Your husband and your son and your in-laws - that is me.

    I plan it in my head the night before as I drop off...

  2. I love food but I am not the one to dine in the finest platter or something. If i prepare something, i'd eat in the same dish had it not been for my mom. Although, fancy restaurants are not my type i guess, the food looks so less. :-/ I like Masterchef more because it helps me focus on my dreams like the contestants do. It thus makes me feel that I am not alone.

  3. I am a fooooooodie.

    I think about it too much. Not all food. Just the current dessert in the house.


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