Food : feed me seymour!

Okay, if you haven’t seen Little Shop of Horrors disregard phrase above. I love eating out. No scratch that, I like eating period! I don’t have to do the dishes when I go out or prep anything, just be and enjoy the atmosphere and smells. Although, when I am home or it’s a long day at work, oh it’s snack time, fruit, nuts, bars. I am queen cranky when I haven’t had a single thing in my tummy for hours, or if I forget my lunch. I love coconut bars, the bad-for-you-pasta and chicken wings.  I cook a lot, and I like to entertain. I cannot blame pinterest, or cookbooks, nope it’s pictures of food, or strolling the aisles in the grocery store. Shame on me for shopping on an empty stomach, oh never fails.  If I share my food, I make way too much, so it’ either left overs or more to share again. I take pictures of the food I make, or things I go to eat; take great pride and joy in sharing the beauty of food and it’s preparation too. Recently, I started this bible study book called ‘7’ which is an experimental diary of a woman that eliminates excesses in her life, one of them being food. For one month she has to eat only seven items on that list she chooses, nothing else. I lost my footing when I read her choices. In order to do the project, I chose not to shoot my energy boost and do it differently. I thought why not, just not shop until everything in my fridge and cabinets are empty. It is truly doable…. or so I thought. Try eating stir-fry, rice, eggs, and wait for it… more of that and did I say rice? Yep, the Costa Rica diet, minus the crazy beans. I don’t know how they do it. In fact some girls in my bible study, brave souls, have picked their seven and are sticking to it. Back to my LSH reference, well that play features a flesh eating plant who cannot grow or survive without human food. His caretaker, Seymour, goes to butcher shops, but it isn’t enough, this plant is a greedy hog, he wants more. Alright, so I am not a flesh eating plant, but my metabolism is all kinds of crazy right now. Before you say lucky sod, don’t forget I work out almost every day, and get your rulers out, I’m pretty tall; which means I eat a ton. I go to the supermarket and I buy what I need, bill comes out to 80 dollars and I think, not so great.  My project is not a Ghandi nod, but I think it is something. I hope I can make it a pact to sustain myself with what I have first, then once depleted, replenish. It’s not easy, because really we get sick of the same foods, or we crave something different and we want it then. If I ever have children, which I hope I do, I think I will be the funny one who craves the most random things, and turn to my husband and say, “Please, feed me Seymour.”(Well, course he will have had to have seen the play or movie, pun implied). Food? What can I say, there are so many things I can make and eat, and I figured out how to make rice and stir-fry vary with herbs and spices; add garden veggies from my parents and we are golden. I am learning that it becomes more valuable if you don’t eat every last thing you wanted that day, or you eat just enough to call yourself full. It’s a battle of a grumbling tummy, that wants something else, but a test. I challenged myself as well, every time, I wanted something that wasn’t already there I would give away an item, fully cooked and delicious and share with someone else not myself. So wonderful to give something you know you don’t need all of. Now about that coffee addiction… hmm another time.