Yesterday, I was thankful for stories. I've just finished an engrossing tale called "Middlesex" and the same day began a new book: "The Hunger Games." I've been a voracious reader ever since the day I first realized that I was reading the book in my lap, "Zella, Zack & Zodiac" by Bill Peet. I think I was 4 or 5.
The unquenchable thirst for story drives me to libraries and bookstores, movie stores and Netflix, Audible.com and the internet. I'm a sucker for a good story. They fuel my imagination and hopeful dreams, they appease in some ways my lust for adventure and in other ways just egg me on. They remind me of what is best and worst in mankind.
Today, I'm thankful for food. Glorious, delicious, life-giving food. chicken packets, fresh fruit, Whole Foods Market, Curry & naan, BREAKFAST, BFD, BFL, desserts, leafy greens, fudge, cereal... I have discovered that even worse than going to the grocery store when hungry is browsing pinterest.com while hungry. Never in my life have so many saliva-producing glands been activated at the same time. The terrible thing about looking at food online is that it has ZERO satisfaction - unlike a grocery store, where you can almost immediately stuff your face - you can only gaze longingly at the mouth-watering delicacies online. Unless of course, you're up to attempting to recreate the dishes in your own kitchen (I'm not). But I digress.
I love food. How wonderful that the process of nourishing our bodies is so thoroughly enjoyable. This is especially true here in New Orleans. These people know how to eat out! Adam and I have both put on a couple pounds, and frankly, don't regret a glorious bite (though, we are trying to be faithful about our gym attendance!).
At this precise moment, I'm dreaming of the future moment when I'll be able to put something like this in my mouth:
And on that note, drooling readers, I'm off to bed.
