It’s officially Summer. It’s officially hot, and that’s just the way I like it.
Sweltering temperatures and soaring humidity bring many things. Like its sweeter cousin, Spring, Summer has its own set of gifts it brings.
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Monthly Archives: June 2011
C’est Chaud Ici?? Ou, Attend, C’est Moi!
Ah, Europe.
Ah, Europeans.
Ah, European food…..
Well. That depends on where one is.
Recently, I spent some time abroad (which you would know if you followed me on Twitter…).
It was grand – except for the work part, but that’s not what we’re here to discuss. Yes, there were lots of cute Germans (I was surprised too!!), but the interesting parts were the food and the culture – not just in Germany, but my whole week was permeated with all things European. And I don’t just mean the hangover that followed me home (Bitburger!! Oy!!).
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Burn that.
So, guys, it’s time we had another talk. Come, sit over here, take a load off.
Listen. This has gone too far. There are a few more things you need to know. This might hurt a little bit, but trust me, in the long run you’ll thank me.
A Comforting Warmth
Every human being craves comfort. Webster’s defines comfort as a “strengthening aid”, or “consolation in time of trouble or worry”.
The specific trouble or worry requiring consolation varies.
I have recently relocated, and moved back to the area where I spent my teens and 20’s. I couldn’t wait to leave, and once gone, I couldn’t wait to come back. It’s a dilemma many share (my friend and fellow blogger often writes about this with tenderness and humor). I have discovered, having been “home” a mere six months, that comfort takes many forms: a familiar landmark, warm (hot?) weather, sweet Southern accents, and, food.
For those who are familiar with my laments on Twitter or this blog, or in real life, you know that my two ongoing themes these days are dating (groan) and good food (*groan*). I recently embarked on what I’m calling a “Recipe Adventure” (#recipeadventure on if you’re a Tweep). In times of stress, joy, sadness, fatigue, you name it – any time I need comfort – I turn to food first. Cooking and creating (or failing at , if you read my post about black rice pudding – a disaster) dishes makes me happy, relaxed, tranquil. Few things (pg-rated, at least) take me to such a place of calm, relaxation and peace. Food is my religion. Cookbooks are my bible.
So, real life has become a bit crazed. The dating scene is stale (unless I were to become a lesbian, a gay man, a polygamist, or, again, a Cougar. <cough>). My day job is increasingly stressful – not exactly what I hoped for when I moved South of the Mason-Dixon. But the food scene… ah! It’s alive. It’s electric. And, it’s where I turn when I need comfort.
If You Can't Stand the Heat... 