Water: the most important food ingredient
On the stroke of midnight on my birthday, I was vigorously flapping my oven mitts in front of fire alarm detector while at the same time running towards windows to let the smoke out. I rarely get fire alarm. On my birthday, the smoke started when I toasted some stale homemade bread to eat instead of pita chips with half empty container of hummus sitting in my fridge.
“It is the privilege of loneliness; in privacy one may do as one chooses.” says Virginia Woolf in Mrs Dalloway, but she adds, “One might weep if no one saw.” I eat alone most of the time. I don’t hate cooking by myself, instead prefer the calm of solitude cooking. I also don’t hate cooking just for me – I can make anything that I want without consideration for other human being. Do you think that I would have freedom to toast bread chips on the midnight of my birthday if I was living with someone? What I hate about the solitary dining is that I often choose not to cook. When I cook, I usually cook pretty much the same thing – the thing I like the most. Most importantly, there is no thrill of looking at someone’s face as they take their first bites, and joy I feel when they savor my rendition of that dish.
Being my birthday, I also want to see some changes. I’m over 30, I’m getting older, but it doesn’t mean that I need to get fatter and unhealthier. For my birthday, I don’t want to binge on free shots or run a marathon to prove I still got it, but instead relax and get eight hours of sleep. I also need to stop postponing things I want to do. I posted last year about No Chemical Diet with the goal of eating minimum synthesized chemicals as well as extracted food items. Yet I see myself addicted to diet coke, instant noodles, and any other snacks commonly found in CVS. I started blogging not just to share my thoughts or improve my writing, but to give myself a task and have it finish on time. Instead, I have many half finished blog post that needs my attention.
I don’t believe that I am a good writer. I miss my articles and don’t vividly describe things or come up with witty one-liners, which is currently limited to 140 characters tweets. I am not really a good cook, or eat out that often, so what qualifies me to write about the food? It is just that I try to understand the food and more than that I love eating.
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