This may well end up being just another food post. Honestly, I’m obsessed! Or that’s how it seems. I should think of something else to write about haha
But seriously, food. It’s a divisive issue. My own personal view is to eat until I’m full and then to stop. Sometimes this is difficult if it’s something delicious, like the occasional really excellent curry or homemade pizza. Seriously, that stuff is so good it’s hard to stop when you’re full. “Just one more piece”, I say. “Just one more”. Then it’s: “Where did all my pizza go?”
I sometimes think that I have only one requirement of my food: it must be delicious. It’s a tough ask; sometimes food doesn’t quite make the grade (I’m looking at you failure!porridge. And you, endless!meatballs. The meatballs were fine, you just get a bit … bored) but for the most part I’m not disappointed by my cooking. Not blowing my own trumpet or anything, I’m a terrible innovator in the kitchen. I follow recipes all the time. If I didn’t, it’d be a very different story.
My flatmates could be forgiven for thinking I absolutely adore vegetable soup. I could forgive them for this, because I have it every day. Yep, you read that right. Every day. You would probably then ask why I do this if I don’t even like vegetable soup that much. My reasoning is really just the fact that it’s the easiest way to get vegetables into myself without having to prepare them. If I ever have children, this may have to change, because I really can’t stand the buggers and the poor things will end up with very odd eating habits.
er I mean I can’t stand vegetables not that I can’t stand children
That, and it’s pretty cheap. By my calculations, I’ve got the price down to about £0.30 or 30p per bowl of soup. (I generally make my soup so thick it can support spoons, so the servings aren’t majorly generous, but they’re filling and very … strong. Intense? Strong? ??) Then you’ve got… oooh, 10p per bread serving, and you’re looking at overall 40p per lunch. I mean, what’s not to like, hmmmmmm?
But the thing is, people looking at me would think “oh, she loves carrots and parsnips and sweet potatoes and onions! Why else would she eat it so often?” OK, maybe I do love carrots. And I’m rather fond of my bread. (that bread is just so good with soup it hurts. especially on those days when I’m like “eh” about soup. yep, bread is the real hero here) So this is a case of personal taste being more personal than it needs to be. Or more private, anyway.
And who could forget the great Week of Meatballs? The week where I had meatballs every day, twice a day, for about a week. It was… really… good… loved every second of it. (…)
The less said about the specifics of that the better, really. It was a dark time for me.
Seriously though, people probably thought “woah, she has an unhealthy obsession with meatballs. Maybe we should stage an intervention?!”
I think the point I’m trying to make here is that you can’t really tell what foods a person likes by what they eat. Humans are weird, aren’t they? Or maybe it’s just me.