Food ...

For some people food is a method of sustenance. For others it can be an enemy. For me, food is not my enemy. It's often TOO much of a friend.

I snack. Frequently. I use food to make me feel better. Comfort food. Ice cream. Chocolate. Potatoes. Avocados. Butter. Bread. Pasta. Cheese.

Food can be amazing. When you head to a restaurant for the exquisite cuisine, know you're going to have something fabulous to eat, and feel completely satisfied, because it's dinner time. Or time for breakfast. Time to eat.

Should there be a time to eat? Do you eat on a schedule? I don't really. I kind of eat my 3 meals, but when they happen totally varies. Unfortunately I'm setting a similar guide for my daughter. She eats her meals, but she also wants to snack. Fortunately (on a + note!) she eats and snacks when she's hungry, so she's still at that childhood stage of not eating emotionally. Thank goodness.

When do we learn to eat emotionally, I wonder? I was a chubby kid, but not a chubby toddler. Did it start in 6th grade? Or earlier? Wasn't I a little bit thin in Junior High School? I think I was. Ah, well, that reflecting won't get me anywhere. Somewhere along the way I established a not-so-healthy relationship with food.

I turned to Ben & Jerry after a break-up. They were all I had. And likely almost all I ate. So ironically, I lost weight. How did that work, anyway?

At various points in my life I traveled overseas, and enjoyed fish and chips (I don't eat fish, but I tried a bite in London), amazing chicken korma (Indian food in London), jacket potatoes (Ireland), cheese, cheese and more cheese (Spain, of all places), and chocolate croissants (wherever I could find them!) ... oh, let me not forget Marzipan (Spain, as well)!

For some places, more than food, I can talk about the drink. ;) Various kinds of alcoholic ciders from around the world. Ah, the thrill of it. The fun of it. The ... taste of it. The hangovers. Yes, I'm human. I've over-imbibed a bit. At home in the US, and overseas, as well.

Don't get me wrong, I never had to travel far for food or drink when I lived in NYC. So my vacations aren't the only amazing food memories I have. There's the pumpkin ravioli at my favorite Italian restaurant, none better. Cucina de Pesce. The pineapple fried rice at Sea Thai in Brooklyn. The nachos with cheese at the Big Enchilada. Bagels. Pizza. Bagels. Pizza. Have I mentioned bagels and pizza? Spumoni at L&B Spumoni Gardens. And so much more.

Anyway, I've always thought, how cool would it be to do a food blog? And you know what? I can't. My relationship with food is not yet healthy enough. Besides, I tend to buy processed frozen crap too often. Not all the time, but sometimes I do. And who the heck needs to see that?

So that's a small outpouring. I don't know if it makes sense. I just felt a ramble coming on and figured I'd share it. What does food mean to you? Care to share?

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