Yum...Why only once a year? |
Remember the days when home-cooked meals were the standard? Yeah, I don't either. I do remember my grandparents cooking meals together and my mother teaching me to make scrambled eggs and toast for breakfast when I was eight years old. I have vague memories of real food: roasts, stews, casseroles, but I grew up in the age of processed food so even those traditions were quickly phased out in lieu of TV dinners and fast food. The only time we expected anything home-cooked was at Thanksgiving, and that wasn't even a guarantee. Learning to appreciate fresh, organic food and making meals at home was an adjustment in time, money, and effort, but so worth it in terms of quality and health.
My favorite childhood meal. |
I love ethnic food and new taste experiences so I found a creative way to replace restaurant dining in my new chemically-sensitive life: cultural experimentation. Every winter I choose an ethnic culture and test recipes. It's quite a challenge. One year I made all Thai recipes. I have to say, I make Thai food better than any Thai restaurant in my area. Another year I made Indian food and the following year, Mexican food.
Then there was Puerto Rican food. I could NOT find ingredients! Someone told me there are only about five thousand Puerto Ricans in my corner of the country so specialty ingredients are not high in demand. I considered finding substitutes, but that rarely works and I didn't want to come away with the experience thinking I didn't like Puerto Rican food because I cut corners. Disappointed, I eventually gave up. But, there is a whole world of epicurean delights I have yet to discover. It's like fragrance-free traveling in your kitchen.
Battery-operated Candles |
This last winter I experimented with grain-free, sugar-free, and dairy-free cooking due to this bizarre new diet I'm trying. I thought ethic food was challenging! It's definitely not as fun as traditional cultural foods, but with so many restrictions, restaurant food is impossible.
Ice Tea with a Side of Spit |
I love your battery-powered candles! :)
ReplyDeleteAren't they awesome? One day my little neighbor girl came over and gave them to me (package of two) and said, "We bought these for you.". At first I was baffled, because her mother knows I can't be around candles, so I said, "I'm sorry sweetie, but your mom must have forgot I can't be around candles." She says, "Oh NO! They aren't REAL and they don't STINK!" I was SO ASTOUNDED, first, because I had no idea there was such a thing as battery-operated fake candles, but that her mother was so incredibly thoughtful. It's always so amazing to me when people actually remember I am chemically sensitive. So appreciated. Awesome candles. And they flicker like real candles, too!
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