My pedicure buddy and cousin by marriage is celebrating the 7th anniversary of her 29th birthday tonight. She asked if I would mind bringing a plate of appetizers to help her out. I don't mind. I love to cook.
This morning I made the sheepish call to admit that I got on a bit of a roll last night and made not one plate of appetizers, but 5. FIVE!!! What kind of person does that?
I had planned to take the easy way out and just make baked brie. It looks hard, tastes delightful, and is super easy. When I got to the market, I spotted the most beautiful French bread and decided then and there that it would hurt nothing if I made bruschetta, too. Cutting the tomatoes for the bruschetta reminded me of all of the gorgeous vegetables I had in the fridge, vegetables which needed to be eaten this weekend. That's when I made up my mind to make a cool veggie pizza. An unexpected abundance of green beans led to green bean fries, and the cream cheese in the refrigerator door became the basis for dill pickle roll ups.
It's a sickness. I'm not sure what to call this sort of mental illness, but I'm not sure anyone wants it cured really. Do they? I always cook too much food. Last Thanksgiving I made two complete turkey dinners simultaneously while keeping track of every ingredient because of food allergies. I love to make good food for the people I love. I love it so much that I sometimes lose my mind and make 3, 4 or even 5 times what is expected.
I grew up in Texas where we learn early on that "Food is Love," and if loving you is wrong do you really want me to be right?
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Food is definitely love. And tell your cousin I'll be there at 8 o'clock sharp (15 hour drive, you know).
Nothing would make me happier than meals of appetizers.
Sometimes I can't believe how much we have in common! One of my own children, when asked what makes her mom so special, said, "She makes really good food for us."
You betcha, food is love around here!
Please come to my house! That all sounded delicious!
Food is love - that is the way I was raised. Something happened, tho. The loving-to-cook gene just by-passed me completely. Soooo, you are welcome anytime. :)
It is a joke among my family and friends that if I was a caterer, I would be bankrupt in a week. I always make too much food for every occasion. I have been known to make something and give it to the neighbors because I didn't have room for it in our refrigerator and I already had the meal made for our family. I love to cook and eat. All your appetizers sound great!
You remind me of "If you give a mouse a cookie". LOL! If you send Rebecca to the kitchen...
If you lived up here in Mich, I would invite you to every potluck we have. I love food.
-Vince
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