I’m back…I think

It’s funny how almost two years can pass without a post. How to sum up the last 20 or so months? Let’s just say that life is what happens when we’re busy making plans. Some of it great, some of it not so nice, but I wouldn’t change any of it because it’s all mine. It’s what makes me, well, me.

One thing that has been constant is the epic battle of me vs. my weight and this might be the year I actually win. The pounds are tracked every day in a very Bridget Jones way. I’ve rediscovered my kitchen scale and am paring back to simpler food (that doesn’t me I don’t splurge). Each morsel is obsessively logged into MyFitnessPal, each calorie evaluated, every bit of salt (my biggest enemy) tracked. It’s also renewed my interest in thoughtful cooking, perfect for blogging.

And then there are phone calls like the one I just received.  It’s a gorgeous Summer Friday in New Jersey and my hubby wants to go out to dinner tonight.  Who am I to argue?

Maybe I’ll have a recipe to blog tomorrow.

 

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I’m taking the plunge

Veggies in the morning

Hi.  I’m Chris and this is my life with food.  Memories, recipes, and kitchen disasters.

Those of you who know me are probably wondering why I’m bothering to blog now and what was the catalyst?  I’ve been writing a blog about random life observations for so long that I can’t remember when or how it actually started.  Granted, it did have one major flaw all these years – it never left my head.

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This year I also started a serious effort to lose many unwanted pounds.  I never liked the word “diet” (always sounded like a “little death” to me) and decided instead to make lifestyle changes, the first of which was eat out less and cook more.  Cooking again on a somewhat regular basis (“regular” being a relative concept) I found myself remembering holidays and everyday meals.  I could almost smell my mother’s cooking as I strained to remember her recipes for cauliflower with garlic and baby artichokes with fava beans.  Pulling out old cast iron skillets, I could remember tales of her father’s cooking.  Sometimes I also remembered kitchen disasters and all the silliness that makes life wonderful (elephant gray cupcakes, anyone?).  I realized I wanted to share and preserve these stories.  Having always enjoyed writing, a blog seemed a natural medium in the twenty-first century.  And that brings us to this, my first post.

So, my friends both old and new, if something makes you smile or you find a helpful hint or recipe, then my blog is a success.  Please visit as often as you wish, stay a while when you do, and enjoy.

C-