Food Memories

Food has always been a big part of my life. Unfortunately, not always a good part.  My first memory of food was being forced to eat macaroni and cheese.  My mother's version had tomatoes and green peppers and was baked in the oven until the cheese on top was hard as shoe leather and black around the edges.  I would gladly eat liver, but I would not eat that macaroni and cheese. They finally let me leave the table  after sitting there for 3 hours.  I was 3 or 4 year's old.  

My next food memory was about 5 years old.  My grandma made the best chicken and homemade noodles.  She hand cut her noodles and let me drap them over the back of the chair to dry a little before adding them to the broth.  I have never had noodles so good.

After that, food just went downhill.  At 6 year's old I was put on my first "diet".  Only one helping of mashed potatoes at dinner and no bedtime snack.  I wasn't a fat child but I guess my mother could see the writing on the wall.  I really didn't get fat until after I had my first child.  I'm not really blaming the food or the first child.  I'm the one that surrounded myself with the wrong food and I'm the one that put it in my mouth.  

Getting to the point of this story, about 8 year's ago I decided to take better care of myself.  That meant exercising more and eating food that was good for my body.  It made a big difference in my life...that is until two years ago when work overwhelmed my life.  I was back in survival mode eating sausauge and egg biscuts for breakfast,  and generally, just too much food.  Exercise ceased and, of course, I put the weight back on....blah, blah, blah.  I'm sick of hearing myself think about it.  

I've decided that I'm not going to diet.  Instead I'm going to cook good food that's good for me. That's what this blog is going to be about...my relationship with food.  The good, the bad and the ugly.