I’ve come to realize one of the advantages of being middle-aged is my acceptance of a constant food fixation. My younger counterparts may look upon this as a disadvantage or perhaps even a handicap. For me, however, I feel mighty fortunate to love food as much as I do. It seems the older I get, the wiser I get, thus knowing that good food is the most important part of my existence.
Exactly how much do I love food? So much. Not only do I think about what I’m going to eat for dinner that evening when I’m eating breakfast and lunch, but I’m thinking about what I will have for dinner later in the week. I hate to duplicate my proteins. I like a wide variety, and if I must by chance do a repeat performance, I prefer the preparation to be different each time. For example, if I must eat fish three times for my evening meal, of course, I will choose alternate types of seafood. One can be raw, one can be grilled and perhaps one pan-seared or flash-fried. Double yum for the flash-fried.
I’ve loved food for as long as I can remember, but since moving to New York City, I love it even more. The availability of fresh food everywhere is enough to create an obsession. With the assortment of ethnic foods from countries that most of us will never visit in a lifetime, even the pickiest eaters are sure to be adventurous from time to time.
The latest and greatest in New York are the food trucks. All over the city and in practically every neighborhood, many are supposed to have restaurant-quality food. I was afraid to try one. But I gave in. My favorite so far is the Kimchi Taco truck. Best tacos I’ve ever eaten anywhere–period. Mobile food is huge in New York and will continue to expand and fill the tummies of other foodies like me. They’re so reasonably priced and convenient; I’ll never use my Bertazzoni again.
I’m a fairly adventurous eater, with the exception of meats. I do NOT eat game meat or any type of organ meat. Vegetables, however, are another story. I will try most anything in that food group. And of course, the carb category is my weakness; it’s a constant struggle to not overindulge on pasta, pizza, bagels, and the list goes on. I fight with the bread fairy at least three times daily, sometimes more often, or in other words, each time I bring food to my mouth for consumption.
The key is balance for the food-obsessed. Don’t focus too much on any one food. Diversify your food portfolio.
You may think it’s impossible to feel any attachment to healthy foods like broccoli or a salad, but I disagree. I have eaten some rather tasty salads. If I don’t eat one for a few days, my body craves the greens and crunch, believe it or not.
Look at the clock! Speaking of food, it’s that time again.