For some reason, my senses have begun to become alive. Up to the last few months, after it took time for some sources of stress to be removed, I began to taste and appreciate food.
I suppose it's like that farming/gardening idea of "thinning', in that once we remove something, another thing takes its place.
For a man who can cook I'm afraid my favourite comfort food is still chocolate. I love soup and home made bread, chilli, stuffed peppers, cabbage rolls and on and on, all of these things good but time consuming. But I'm afraid for me It is still chocolate. Although since I've started coffee again it comes a close second. That first coffee in the morning is something I really look forward too. I'm like a kid at Christmas, I go to sleep thinking of that first cup of coffee in the quiet of the morning. It just somehow makes life a little bit more worth living.
I tried Zuchini parmigiana. It was also a challenge, and confidence-builder, since I wasn't feeling well, and had to make a casserole just to make it easy to choose a meal. Physically, I had to grate cheeze, and peel the zuchini and slice it, and then juggle a lot a pots and pans, and the final ingredients almost were too much for the dutch oven. Also, I was able to share with a friend and her client, who both liked it. The zuchini was from our neighours garden, and 15 inches long.
I was inspired to write this after ~m's description of spaghetti and shame in another post.
