Some people eat to live. Others live to eat. I'm definitely in the latter category. I don't think I have a disorder. I just genuinely love food-good food. I like the way it feels in my mouth. I like the way it makes me feel. Memories are connected to food. Emotions are connected to food. For me, eating is an experience. There are times when I'd rather not eat because I don't want to just go through the motions. I want it to be worth the experience. Lately I've been so tired and busy. My mental state can be reflected in our menus and my crafting schedule, or lack thereof. The more we eat out, the more out of it I am. Tacos/taco salad=tired. During weeks when I'm on top of the world our menu board features dishes like: eggrolls, chicken fried steak with homemade cream gravy, coconut shrimp with orange marmalade dipping sauce. This week I even tried a new grilled jerk chicken recipe. The marinade was so delicious and easy to make, I'll never buy it again. I was too busy licking my fingers to take pictures of that, but I managed to get a shot of the quiche florentine that I made one day for lunch. It was totally on a whim, but oh so yummy!
1 frozen pie shell, 5 eggs, 1 bunch of spinach (sauteed and drained), 1 1/2 c. mozzerella cheese, 1/2 c. crumbled feta cheese, splash of heavy cream, salt, pepper, 30 minutes in the oven=Deliciousness!