Fucking food, right? No other aspect of life is more convoluted with desire and guilt, necessity and whimsy, power and weakness. 'Cept of course, sex. But for a lot of us I'm talking about the same thing, amiright. One can use food to nourish and celebrate and honor, or to royally fuck one's self up. I have thoroughly enjoyed both. Some of the holiday meals and weeknight dinners I have shat out have been giant enormous successes. Also, my ass has been. I have been thin, shapely, curvy, pleasantly plump, chubby, plus-sized, fat as hell and morbidly obese (strangely I'm pretty sure it was in that order too, durrr), and back again a couple of times. That being said, I don't intend to use this blog as a platform for promoting or denouncing any particular diet or addiction. There are plenty of each out there and I encourage you to go out and experience them all.
I prefer to cook using real whole foods, grown as close to where I live as possible, keeping my calories and bad fats and high fructose corn syrups low, and my proteins lean and my grains whole and my fiber plentiful. When I feel shitty about myself or others, I particularly enjoy lashing out with butter-heavy recipes and cheese. Well, always cheese, but I go more triple cream brie and less parmigiano-reggiano when I am on a bender of hating everything. Also, I bake.
I cook to work shit out. While I confuse my frontbrain with speed of light knife movements and spooning flour into a dry measuring cup, I allow my underbrain to really let loose and explore the endless dark in there. I delight in making a terribly elaborate casserole to think out a serious moral dilemma, or because there was a sale on cream of chicken soup. It's not always an overbubbling outcry of personal elation or demon exorcism, but, you know, sometimes it is. Life is food and food is life. A lot of the parts of both of those things suck, but there are some things that shine through the bullshit and become pure beacons of bliss in your memories and tummy. or whatever. So here are some of my favorite recipes from some of my favorite memories, and also some truly fantastic ways to fall off the wagon.
Be sure to peep all the photos, too. You can click on the picture to see the huge version. And you'll want to.
