Almost all my memories are centered around food. The time spent with family munching on cheese and drinking wine by the fireplace, the snacks eaten by hand while my feet dig deep into pure white sand on a beach, and the dinners where my husband and I pass along parts of our meal to each other to try. Dramatic enough for you? I happen to be listening to Vivaldi while writing this post so you can thank him for that.
In all seriousness, almost all my conversations with friends and family have some part to do with food. It’s a great way to connect to people you want to meet or in a new town when asking for recommendations ( or places to avoid, it happens to the best of us), a common thread in everyones life no matter where you live or how you view the word, everybody eats. For me personally, it goes a bit deeper than that. Since I am not a very affectionate person, it’s how I show love. It’s a way to experiment with yourself in trying new techniques, flavors, and cuisines. I haven’t quite mustered the strength to try roasted cockroaches as I am permanently traumatized from my years living in New York City, and I am not sure I will ever be able to. Thats the great thing about food, you can laugh about it and have fun with it in a way that you can’t really with anything else. It wont break the bank ( unless you have a really really bad caviar habit) and is a great way to connect with friends and family all year round.
Its important to nurture yourself with the right foods that make you feel good and that you give your body what it craves. For me, it’s a diet focused on vegetables, whole grains, with protein from nuts, eggs, fish and meat. Given the fact I have IBS, sometimes its painful to eat things I love but since I am not allergic and it will not threaten my life, though at times it certainly feels like it is riding the edge, I come to accept it and realize that my experiences with those I love and the food that surrounds that is more important and will create lasting memories.