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According to my last doctor visit, I'm a healthy weight. I have an appropriate BMI. My issue isn't necessarily with eating food (I could eat healthier though). Surprisingly, I'm a fairly picky eater. I don't even eat meat. This non-meat eating diet has evolved over the years to cut out various items. The evolution of a semi-vegetarian, dessert addict will have to be saved for a later post. Basically, I don't eat meat. I do eat seafood though. I'm sure there's an appropriate term for this as well. Every so often, I tell myself that I would eat a really good filet mignon, but I haven't in quite awhile. For now, let's just say semi-vegetarian.
As a young child, I can recall watching Julia Child and The Galloping Gourmet with Graham Kerr. We didn't have cable and this was way before the Food Network. Prior to having my own children, all I ever really watched was the Food Network. Literally!
The thought of food sends my senses into overdrive. I have a passion for food. I talk about food a lot. Reading and listening to various recipes sends my salivary glands into overdrive. I can look at pictures of food and be fascinated by it.
Sadly, I don't cook as much as I would like. To be quite frank, I'd rather hear and watch other people talk about food. See the problem here?
Although the taste of meat no longer really appeals to me, I enjoy hearing a chef talk about piling a burger with blue cheese crumbs and pairing it with sweet potato fries. I enjoy the sound of a steak being seared at a high temperature to seal in all its juices.
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All this talk of food is driving me wild. I need a cupcake!