It all comes down to the food. I have tried to come up with a list of hobbies and interests that do not revolve around food, but it didn't work out the way I expected.
- I like to garden. Of course, the gardening I did this weekend included preparing and planting 10 tomato plants so that I could can salsa this summer to get us through the winter when we won't have fresh tomatoes.
- I like to play with my son. But we have the most fun when we cook together. When I turned on the mixer on Sunday (while making peanut butter brownies), Odd Toddler perked up, ran to the kitchen utensil drawer, grabbed a plastic spatula and scooted hopefully over to me, waiting impatiently for a taste.
- I also enjoy reading. Then again, the book I am reading right now is Tender at the Bone, a food writer's memoirs about, you guessed it, food. This book, by the way, is hilarious. I was laughing so hard last night when I was reading about the author's cooking-challenged mother (yes, there are similarities in her life and mine) that The Carnivore told me to hush. More than once.
- And of course, I like to write. But its probably obvious, since you are reading this blog about cooking, that the thing I write about is, well, food.
The only shopping I like to do is at the book store, where I am most likely looking at new cookbooks, or at the grocery store or farmers market, where I try to look for new ingredients. Yard sales can be fun, but only so that I can look for kitchen implements and cookbooks. And my favorite TV show is on The Food Network. This is absurd.