Thursday, January 20, 2011
Tuesday, January 11, 2011
The Food of Christmas Past and Christmas Future
This blog is supposed to be about working through the fact that I avoid food, the cooking of food and the thinking about the preparing of food.
I have a new problem. I now avoid the blog.
For obvious reasons: blogging on this blog requires thinking about food. Is that a true "Catch 22"? (Where are you, Jenn Amano, when I need you?!) I'm still working my way through all the books I was supposed to read in high school. Maybe I'll stop writing this blog and go read Catch 22. Yes. Very good idea. Suddenly, I am filled with all kinds of regret for living so much of my life without knowing what that book is about, and therefore have most likely been misusing the phrase "Catch 22."
Me: "Nope. Its still January. I have to at least make it through this month of resolution."
Myself: "Losers cave on day eleven of the new year."
I: "An excellent point. Then, today is my very own day to cave!"
See. Now I'm having a conversation with myself to avoid admitting the fact that I freaked out so hard about the "Christmas Dinner Thing" that I ended up making tacos.
There, I said it. Yep. Tacos. They weren't even turkey tacos. Hey, now that I'm thinking about it, that would've been a good compromise. I'm storing that idea away for next year. I'll think of that next Christmas when I'm making some amazing french dish that takes two weeks to prepare. I'll laugh sentimentally to myself and say, "ah...ahem...ooo la la....I am so glad I stuck with that silly blog for now I am making "....****something in french****.....".
I really, really hope I'm not making fries for dinner next Christmas. Please, little blog, catapult me into culinary greatness. I'll settle for culinary normalness. Love, Jenny
Ok, its getting late. My other new year's resolution is to get to bed before 11. I set up my resolutions to help me rationalize getting out of my other resolutions. "I'd write more about food, but I need to stick with my bedtime resolution." If there isn't a loophole, where's the hope, right?
P.S. As soon as I figure out how to put pictures on here, I'll post my pictures from my morning at the open air market in "France" and also the pictures of the damage a person can do when improperly handling an artichoke. No person in particular. Just "a person".
I have a new problem. I now avoid the blog.
For obvious reasons: blogging on this blog requires thinking about food. Is that a true "Catch 22"? (Where are you, Jenn Amano, when I need you?!) I'm still working my way through all the books I was supposed to read in high school. Maybe I'll stop writing this blog and go read Catch 22. Yes. Very good idea. Suddenly, I am filled with all kinds of regret for living so much of my life without knowing what that book is about, and therefore have most likely been misusing the phrase "Catch 22."
Me: "Nope. Its still January. I have to at least make it through this month of resolution."
Myself: "Losers cave on day eleven of the new year."
I: "An excellent point. Then, today is my very own day to cave!"
See. Now I'm having a conversation with myself to avoid admitting the fact that I freaked out so hard about the "Christmas Dinner Thing" that I ended up making tacos.
There, I said it. Yep. Tacos. They weren't even turkey tacos. Hey, now that I'm thinking about it, that would've been a good compromise. I'm storing that idea away for next year. I'll think of that next Christmas when I'm making some amazing french dish that takes two weeks to prepare. I'll laugh sentimentally to myself and say, "ah...ahem...ooo la la....I am so glad I stuck with that silly blog for now I am making "....****something in french****.....".
I really, really hope I'm not making fries for dinner next Christmas. Please, little blog, catapult me into culinary greatness. I'll settle for culinary normalness. Love, Jenny
Ok, its getting late. My other new year's resolution is to get to bed before 11. I set up my resolutions to help me rationalize getting out of my other resolutions. "I'd write more about food, but I need to stick with my bedtime resolution." If there isn't a loophole, where's the hope, right?
P.S. As soon as I figure out how to put pictures on here, I'll post my pictures from my morning at the open air market in "France" and also the pictures of the damage a person can do when improperly handling an artichoke. No person in particular. Just "a person".
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