|Even the cat looked askance|
|Case in point: yummy Apricot Nectar cake...|
originally served on a yellow plate on this crazy cool tablecloth!
On the other side, there is the reality that we folk are way too preoccupied with food, eating and how things taste. Simple fare is considered second-rate. As someone who struggles with overeating and gluttony, this preoccupation with eating yummy delights and preparing, or just buying, delicious edibles is something that I battle with every day. But I haven't reached the point where like Father Seraphim Rose, I just dump stuff in a pot and eat it without thought... or care how it tastes. If I examine myself, it is because of pride more than anything else. Really. Deep down. I want to be praised for how good a cook I am and what great food I make. Cause if push came to shove, and money grew on trees, I'd eat out every night, because I like being served and don't enjoy the hassle of whining children not liking what I've made, the pile of dirty dishes to deal with, etc. etc.
|Yes, I would rather someone else cook, but that's changing|