What’s it like to not worry about every bite of anything? I don’t think I can remember. I enjoy food. My wife and I love nothing more than a nice meal out. We’re not devoted home cooks (busy busy!) but we do what we can and I am always shocked at how my wife manages to cook for us on her days at home when she has so many things to do! And each weekend we have at least one great meal cooked by our friend Chris.
Yet I still feel guilty or terrified of everything I eat! If I could lose some weight, I know I’d be healthier. But what an experience it would be to really eat something and not care…
Fits nicely with this post too over at A Sonoma Garden. What would you find in your grandmother’s recipe box? Would it be the unprocessed food treasure trove that you think or would it represent the signs of the times? The beginning of convenient processed foods?