Chapter 1. I love food
There is no impending famine to prepare for and I don’t think of my body as a sign of prosperity. I love food therefore I eat it often, pretty much whenever I want. Yes, I tend to stick to three meals a day, but I never miss one. I love food. I love its aromas, texture and tastes. I love the feeling of satisfaction when I eat something I like. I like sausage. I like pork chops. I like barbecue ribs that fall off the bone. I like roasted brussel sprouts dripping with olive oil and balsamic vinegar. I like pasta with homemade tomato sauce. I love tequila, the good kind. The 100% agave like 1800, Don Julio or Milagro in the big blue bottle. I have it with a splash of lime straight up, like a martini only better. I enjoy wine, especially wine tasting, especially when there is salami and cheese involved.
I like a good salad full of butter lettuce, arugula, cabbage, lentils, avocado and fresh tomatoes from our garden. I like good bread with butter and sometimes jam. I like to make bread with a blend of flours limiting the gluten but maximizing the taste. I experiment with brown rice flour, coconut flour and a small amount of whole wheat. I love to make pancakes with whole wheat flour, bran, flax, and blueberries. I only use real maple syrup. I love a good cup of coffee and a piece of chocolate, dark, preferably with nuts. Champagne is good, Aperol spritz is good. In Italy, when we go to farmers markets, a porchetta sandwich topped with crunchy fat on a bun is good. I’ll do smoothies in summer. My favorites are made with swiss chard, frozen banana, strawberry and fresh ginger. I do admit to being hungry by 11 a.m.
I delight traveling the world to enjoy food with different scenery. Hemingway called Paris “a moveable feast”, that is what I’d call my life.
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