This evening, I stand in the kitchen and chop.
And saute.
And stir.
And smile.
There are friends coming for dinner, and that makes me happy.
These days, food makes me happy, too.
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There was a time in my life where food didn’t make me happy. In fact, I was downright afraid of it.
And that fear persisted long after I made my recovery from my eating disorder. It persisted so long that, one day, I decided to do something about it and just plain fall in love with food.
If love is an arrow, I wrested the bow out of Cupid’s hands, took aim and fired.
I didn’t miss.
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In the absence of new photos on my reel lately, I’ve been scrolling through some of my older shots. I scroll all the way back to 2009, when my love-affair with food began, and I find lush, shockingly colorful images like this:
And this:
And this:
My mind takes me back to that season when a love of eating was new — a rich, wildly sensory experience — and it just plain makes me happy.
Because that was the year I taught myself where food comes from, if it’s raised right — out in the fields or the woods, in places where light is plentiful and the soil is rich:
I learned what it felt like to eat a blueberry or a blackberry straight from the brambles. I discovered scapes, and I met my all-time-favorite food, Chicken of the Woods — a wood mushroom that magically soaks up whatever you cook it in (hello, chardonnay!) and transforms the flavor into something unspeakably divine:
I learned to can and vacuum-seal and freeze and pickle. I took a job as a baker’s assistant, and I learned to make meltingly soft scones, dense crusty artisan breads full of nuts and berries, and my personal favorite, galettes:
I learned that food looks best in the sunlight:
Most of all, I smiled a lot, and laughed — right there in the presence of the food that used to scare me:
Today, I’m thinking back to those days and finding myself overwhelmed with gratitude…
I open the bottle of wine.
I let it breathe.
I toss the salad.
I wait for my friends to arrive. ❤
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Thanks, Derrick! I know you appreciate good food, too. I’m often jealous of those delectable meals you describe! 🙂
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What a story to not only overcome an eating disorder, but to beat it big time and to start loving food! Very impressive!
I hope the evening with your friends was brilliant.
Your photos are lovely. Got to love the colours of cherry 🙂
Warm regards,
Tieme
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Very kind of you, Tieme… These photos are nostalgic for me on so many levels … They were the first shots I took with a DSLR! 🙂
I appreciate your support and your taking the time to comment. Thanks for sharing a little bit of joy with me today! 🙂
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Oh wow! I remember my first project with my DSLR. It was during a cold day (minus 23 degrees Celsius) at the Kinderdijk. A place in Holland with many windmills. Those photos still mean the world to me.
Wonderfully said, and I thank you for sharing a bit of joy with me 🙂
Warm regards and all the best,
Tieme
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🙂 Those thoughts made me smile.
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Happy to make someone smile today 🙂
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What a lovely post, good for the soul as well the body. So glad your love affair of food has heightened. Hope you had a fabulous evening.
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Thank you Miriam!! So grateful, in so many ways. ❤
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Ah, good food, nothing to fear!
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Yummy! You sold me on the mushroom. I must try that.
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You just must!! Find a good forager who knows what they’re looking for … These mushrooms are truly worth their weight in gold!! 🙂
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I love food and most of all appreciate it. Your photos were so beautiful.
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