Umami

Through this whole change-of-lifestyle thing, I’ve determined that…I like food. I really like food. I really, really, really like food. Not junk food. Not processed food. Not fast food (though I’d really like to sink my teeth into a bacon double cheeseburger today for some odd reason). Not frozen food. But parmigiana pesto, roasted red peppers, Lebanese whipped garlic spread, Hummus, roasted acorn squash with brown sugar? THAT kind of food.

Food may even top music or literature on my list of life altering agents. Sometimes I don’t remember a damn thing about the location I visited, but can’t get the FOOD out of my head: Steamed mussels in garlic butter sauce from Monk’s in Philly, the fresh, but untoasted bagel from a deli in Queens, the texas hots from a fishfry stand in my hometown…

I think I need to add a few more requirement for potential boyfriend candidates:

1. Must be or appreciate Foodies.
2. Must not kick me out of bed for smelling like a chunk of garlic.

A Love Letter To Bread: I Bought a Scale Today..

…and started a friggin’ food diary. This is my penance for last week’s gluttonous pity party filled with onion dip, cannolis, bruschetta, and bacon double cheeseburgers. Today I ate 2000 calories, drank 8 glasses of water, pushed the dog walk to 2 miles instead of 1, and smoked about a pack of cigarettes.

The saddest moment was when I threw away the last half of the beautiful loaf of Italian bread from this weekend’s bruschetta frenzy. I loved that loaf. We really had something special.  I mean, I have deep feelings for the 100% wheat, but we just don’t have the same spark that the crusty Italian and I had. I’ll miss you, Italian Bread. And every time I walk past you in the Bakery section, I’ll have to start singing that Dionne Warwick tune under my breath, “Make believe that you don’t see the tears, just let me grieve in private…”

I know we’ll be together again someday, but I just need some time to purge myself of your carbohydrate high. Maybe someday I’ll be able to have just one slice of you, but until that day comes, I have to cut you out of my life. I’m sorry it had to end this way. I had the best of intentions.