Food has had its way with me lately. Each day it seems as if I have a taste for something that sometimes I can’t put my finger on and other times I can’t put enough of my fingers on. Last week I had dairy-riddled cake that was a brief moment in heaven as I ate it. I ogled a bottle of cream-based Amarula liqueur in the grocery store a day or two later. I followed this by throwing EVERY restriction to the wind by having a large café mocha with whole milk and whipped cream yesterday. Dairy is my biggest avoidance but yesterday I took shelter in fatty dairy as if a storm were raging and it was my salvation.
This has even extended to cooking. Sunday, I went in the kitchen and experimented/cooked. The result: chicken baked with sweet potatoes and onions with a side of cabbage sautéed with apples and ginger. Yesterday I made tuna with olives, artichoke hearts, scallions and basil. What makes it worse is that I’m a picky eater. So I’m not craving generic things, I’m craving specific flavors and textures (thus the tuna with all the added flavors). Yesterday, I wanted a fresh slice of cake. Not pie. Not a cookie. Just a slice of cake that was baked within the past two days.
Even at this hour, I am thinking of food. I don’t go through periods like this often but I will definitely be happy when this period is over.