I’m one of those people who loves to eat. I love the whole process, from start to (almost) finish.
I love sitting down on the weekends and planning out dinners for the week.
I love taking my time shopping at Whole Foods.
I love getting to know the vendors at our farmers’ market.
I love the Italian man who sells me pasta and tells me I’m his favorite customer (I mean, duh).
I love preparing dinner.
I love chopping garlic.
And mincing onions.
And browning meat.
And I love eating.
It’s a joyful process for me.
Is that too much?
Then know this.
I hate doing the dishes.
But I do love eating.
And it’s amazing how much my tastes have changed over the years.
I went from making one pot dinners from my mom’s issues of “Women’s Day” and “Family Circle,” to using ingredients like prosciutto and arugula.
It didn’t happen overnight.
It largely happened because I started reading and watching pretty much anything that had to do with food. After you’ve watched enough people make kale chips, you figure, it’s time to try them for yourself.
Yeah, I still don’t like kale chips.
But the more I watched food being made, the more interested I became.
And the more I had to try for myself.
When I make a dish with my own hands, I’m so much more likely to enjoy it.
I have a vested interest in the results because of all the preparation I did.
I think this is all just to say, don’t be afraid to try new things.