Every day each of us makes a near-constant string of choices when it comes to our diet. Ordering off menus, grocery shopping, and snacking your way through your pantry all present decisions – baked or fried, fresh or frozen, tasty or “healthy”. When you work against your own preferences and cravings, the decisions are by no means simple. You’d think having a child would make things harder, but with Tess I haven’t found that to be the case.
Eggnog wasn’t a family tradition but we did usually have a quart of Turkey Hill Eggnog in the fridge around the holidays. I’d take hits from the bottle when no one was looking and then drink inappropriate amounts from cups when they were. At 20 when I experienced the inevitable metabolism slowdown and had to shape up the diet, eggnog topped the “things to pretend don’t exist” list. It was a sad day.
TV watching with husbands is a funny thing. Thank goodness for Hulu on our Apple TV because we binge on seasons of shows that we both like – Friday Night Lights, Lost, Parenthood and Scandal to name a few. But there are those in betweens when he’ll be preoccupied and I’ll put on E News or the other way around with Sports Center (is that one word?). Cooking shows is one area I’ve learned to stay away from as his patience runs very low.
I’m not a big fan of rice; out of almost 400 recipes on here only 3 contain rice (and a lot contain chocolate), and two are risotto. Risotto is like the Marilyn Monroe of rices – the exceptional luxurious slutty beauty of the rice world. Like Marilyn, it’s often misunderstood. Let me explain.
My house – it’s small. We technically don’t have a table. We do, but it’s pushed against the wall and there’s a computer on it. Most of my meals are eaten on the cushy memory-gel kitchen mat that my husband bought me for a Christmas present (and then we got in a fight about).
So the Thanksgiving weekend was a busy one, as I’m sure it was for you as well. People are extra nice and tend to open their houses to their friend’s and family. When I was younger I would show up at the festivities with a grin on my face, happy to be a part of things but lacking an iota of understanding as to what entertaining involves.