Shake and bake pork chops with kraft dinner.
I should really say that my palate has expanded considerably over the last… especially five years. I think my relationship with food has/is evolving. I haven’t forgotten my heart attack. When I had a heart attack at age 36…. before it was cool. Food was one of the major changes that needed my attention.
Food can be really really tricky. It’s tied into my identity. It’s how I see myself. Pizza and beer. Nachos and Pepsi. Huge helpings of spaghetti, with big slices of garlic bread. I’m a man of insatiable appetites, and delightful excess. Like Santa Claus…. But let’s be honest, St. Nick is gunning for a coronary. And, if he was me… a second coronary.
Food is a journey, never stop looking for a better relationship with food. But, what do you think?
-Steve
