This is something my mother, Muriel (if you’ve been reading our blog) used to say. REALLY! How could anyone feel that way. I love food! I adore eating! Food and drink are a divine part of life, not mere sustenance.
Muriel was eccentric, as I have mentioned previously. She was all of 5 feet tall and probably 100 lbs. She was stuck in a time warp (I say this lovingly) as she wore stockings with garters, a girdle, and went to bed with toilet paper around her head to preserve her once a week beauty parlor look. She was a creature of habit, the target advertisers live for! I digress though, since this is my post about food.
She ate because she had to. She hated cooking and only broke out of her mold to try new recipes because I bugged her. I tried to add some spice to her cooking by buying her a casserole cookbook for a present one year. I thought maybe she would enjoy eating more if she experimented with new foods, ingredients. This wasn’t the 1950’s anymore. I love a good meatloaf as much as the next person, but I had friends whose foreign born mothers made stuffed cabbage or meatballs, or noodle kugel! Too ethnic for Muriel who prided herself on being a 4th generation American.
The cooking of a stew in winter or a quiche in the oven is sublime. It evokes memories, it makes your salivary glands water, it enriches the soul. (well, maybe that’s a bit too literary-who am I Tom Jones?!) It does satisfy, satiate, and with a glass of full bodied wine is there anything better (that you can talk about in a blog meant for the general public!)
My father, on the other hand loved food, relished it. His best meal was hot dogs (called “Specials” from Gitlitz – 79th and Broadway), one of the legendary upper west side delis of yesteryear, long gone. He’d pick me up from Sunday School and buy dogs, coleslaw, sauerkraut, and French fries. It was sublime! Daddy closed his eyes when he ate and chewed slowly savoring every bite. Muriel ate from the pot that she made dinner in while standing at the stove. It was a matter of getting the meal out of the way, because as I said she ate to live! The faster she could get it down, the better. Then, she could start the clean up process and get the hell out of the kitchen!
Clearly, I come from a family of contrasts. Potato chips, pretzels, peanuts, ribs, fried chicken, pot roast, a good juicy steak with blood on the plate, love it all. “If music be the food of love, play on” “There is no sincerer love than the love of food.” George Bernard Shaw. You get the picture. Muriel was in the minority. Her passions might have been for designer clothes and theatre; a sirloin steak just wasn’t top priority!
. Live with passion, zeal in everything you do. Retirement doesn’t mean you end that phase of life! It’s just not on your company’s expense account anymore!
. Food and wine play a big part in life. Savor every sip and morsel.
Enjoy the ride
xox Barclay and Joy