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Day One Hundred Twenty Seven:  Jelly Babies

I have this odd relationship with food where I am open to trying everything once, but if it isn’t sold after that one time then there will not be a second chance.  For example, while travelling through Germany I tried saurkrout (spelling?) and these German sausages the second day we were there (after a few convincing cups of coffee and beer, not together though that’s disgusting) and I mean…  You can’t go to Germany without trying the food and the beer, no matter how picky you are, and so I tried it, and it was an experience, and for the rest of the trip we found pasta places with undoubtable tomato soups and just veggies, as by this time we had been spoiled by Parisian sandwiches and well now I’m just drooling over travelling again.

But food, in general, is something that connects us all.  I tell that Saurkrout (I can’t figure out how to spell this) story to friends and they share their own adventurous eating stories, and this Is most likely happening over a beverage or a meal or a tray of snacks, and then it brings me to conclude that yes, food connects us all.  It’s a survival thing, right?  We all eat.  We all must eat, no matter how little some of us assume we can to survive food is essential, and after laying our heads back on the couch in our bakery we love eating cake  pops yesterday Zoe turned to me and said “Everything we do has to do with food.”

Yes, Zo, because food is fabulous.  It doesn’t matter if we’re experimenting with the shape of cookies, or making “poppers” with whipped cream (or Ceara and I’s many other adventures with whipped cream, like those coke floats we used to make during card night) or sitting at a pub before a show drinking a beer and trying lamb or fish for the first time, while its crowded and you feel like crying because you’re so happy (that might just be me).  Food, in general, is the reason I see some friends, is the reason I go out some days, is the reason I can appreciate living in my parents house and not paying/preparing my own food.  Food is, well, the word. Food is the word.

Last night I had an adventure of sorts with food of my own and, with the help of three children under the ages of 13, made two very delicious home made pizza’s.  We rolled the dough, and spread things and cut things and baked, and laughed and there was a lot of me looking over shoulders and making sure things were going alright, but it got done, and it was nice.  I like cooking for the most part, when I know the kitchen and in a perfect world I don’t have to pay for the makings, but in all reality I just enjoy making things that taste good.  I can’t wait to grow up and have my own place to be a hostes (this mystical “grown up” period is fast approaching, might even be a year from now an I will be making my own hostess decisions) because it really is just that exciting to have a purpose to make food.

Gosh, look at me rambling on about food.  I’m not hungry or anything I promise, I just thought that it’s an interesting thing to think about.  During school the only time I see some friends is during a meal met up on campus or a night out for beverages, or a night in making pancakes, or an afternoon on a patio drinking coffee (or anywhere else we can manage to find coffee) but it really is true.  The only time I have time for things during the year is for food, so it is only natural that during the summer my plans revolve around mealtimes.  “Wanna sit on the patio?  I’ll get a salad.” It just…happens.  The other night we made plans to go out for beers and Alex bought a burger, like, to eat at night while out.  Not to mention the Sobey’s run for cookies.  IT’s like we run on food or something.

As of Friday (well probably tomorrow after surgery) I will be eating a lot less, and a lot more conscious of the healthy foods I’ll be eating.  I was planning on doing a bit more excersizing than I’ll be able to (since my instructions just came in for post-op and I’m not allowed to move basicall for a week, maybe walks, maybe) and so I’m going to focus on my food, and maybe change the way I think about it.  Food’s important, but maybe instead of letting my schedule revolve around the times and places I eat and with who, maybe it should be more about the experience I have and want with food, and if I want to only see people over a drink anymore.

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