Here is my dilemma: I love food.
Couple that with my favorite hobby, which happens to be food, and there you find a bad combination for a famous new year’s resolution.
I can’t help it and refuse to decline from it. I love food. I love cooking it, I love eating it, and I ‘ve recently rediscovered my love of baking! So how do I lose 50 pounds and still eat like the food junkie I am?
Just a second, to get things clear, let me explain my self. I love to taste. Taste is, I must say one of my favorite senses. Its that explosion of taste in my mouth that gives me pure glee. For example, I made fresh tomato pasta one night. You wouldn’t believe how simple it is. I mean the ingredients are quite literally tomato and herb! Even with simplicity, there is so much taste. Savour it with me. The tomato is juicy and slightly tangy. Your tongue plays with hints of parsley and thyme, and oregano! The herb is so fragrant, you can smell it from inside the cavities of your mouth.
You see, with such a delectable dish how could I, how could anyone torture themselves with a month long commitment to canned soup?
That’s just part of it. What of the cooking? I love cooking. Its wonderful to smell each ingredient as it is chopped on the cutting board and placed in a pot or pan. The crisp sizzle of olive oil and vegetables is delightful. The sound holds delectable notes of tasty things to come. The smells are wonderful, my kitchen erupts with aromas. After the preparation, the house smells of warm delicacies long after the meal has ended.
Then there’s baking....I could go on and on about this subject.... Food is not something to gourge on, that’s not what I’m trying to convey at all, but it is meant to be enjoyed. My favorite quote about food comes form the movie Kate & Leopold.
Leopold says that food is art. It is brought to the table and displayed for all to see and to taste. Because the art does not stop at sight, but becomes art for the tongue.
There is the underlying reason of why I love food, because it is art that touches so many senses. It practically becomes absorbed in your whole being. Sight, smell, taste, touch, even the sense of hearing, well, that is if the chef allows you in the kitchen. And no one can appreciate it most than it’s maker, the cook.
With a love affair like mine, how, why do I put mysef through torture? The why is easy. I need to lose 50 pounds for my self esteem. But how? I’ll let you know as soon as I clear out my pantry of soups.
