Food Love

 

 

The holidays are nearing their end and though I’m looking forward to laying off the booze and eating a boatload of salads, I have been enjoying the excess and beauty of food love over the last few weeks.

 

One of the highlights in our home has been UseRealButter’s Savory Bread Pudding. We made this for dinner one night (along with a simple green salad) and were blown away by how good it was. After that, leftovers were enjoyed at breakfast until it was gone. Actually, to say it was “enjoyed” is a gross understatement. We friggin’ loved this stuff. As recipes go, this one’s definitely a keeper.

 

As the UseRealButter chick did such a magnificent job blogging the recipe, I’m just sending you to her post (versus blogging it myself). And I realize you probably could have used this recipe earlier, when you had a houseful of guests, but take my advice and simply file it away for next time. Or do what Mister and I did, and make it for yourself. The leftovers are divine. And don’t you deserve that?

 

Yes. You do.

Plenty

 

 

Today I am pleasantly plump. Some might think I’m downright fat, but that would be overstating things.

 

Like many in America, I am blessed with too much food. Even if I’ve not gone to the grocery store in a while, I can forage in my cupboard or freezer and lack for nothing. And the goods I find there are foods I want. Generally, my choices are not limited.

 

But there are also many in this country (in this world) who are not so fortunate. They may have gone without yesterday. They may be hungry today. I happen to know people who depend on basics, like beans and rice, for the majority of their sustenance. And though I’m sure they tire of it now and again, they know they at least have food. Something. And so it goes.

 

I don’t mean to sound like abundance is bad. I mean, I’ve got leftovers in my fridge right now. And I appreciate the hell out of that food. I understand the benefits of gainful employment, of shelter. And I thank my lucky stars more often than you can imagine. But I also know how to turn a carrot and a potato into a moan-inducing soup. I learned that out of necessity, for I’ve experienced bare cupboards. I’ve cried over losing a $5 bill, knowing I needed that money to eat. And not knowing when I’d have another fiver in my pocket.

 

So – though Thanksgiving is over, I am still grateful. For abundance. For creative cooking. For knowing enough to appreciate what I have. And what I have is plenty.

Baker Jen

 

 

I saw Baker Jen a few nights ago. She made a killer dinner of BBQ brisket. It about made me pass out, it was so good. Then she over-stuffed me at the end of the night with bo-licious banana bread. And let’s not even mention the beer. Stout, anyone?

 

Anyhoo… Baker Jen sent me home with some leftovers for Mister. That guy has been snarfing the brisket and banana bread like nobody’s bidness. As of last night, it’s all finally gone. Happily.

 

So to Baker Jen, super-duper thanks! You rule! Mister thanks you! I thank you! For reals! We salute you!