I sometimes wonder whether my love of food has gone too far. I think about food all day, from what I’m going to eat for dinner to what I should buy from the grocery store. I love to eat out, I love to read recipes, I love to watch the Food Network. I frequent food blogs and food websites, and loiter at shops like Williams-Sonoma. I use cucumber-melon shaving cream, coconut shampoo and conditioner, and vanilla body wash. Each day I choose between mango-coconut, green tea, or citrus-basil lotion. My house is scented by a vanilla disc in my Scent-Stories machine, and I’m coveting the new Be Delicious (apple) fragrance from DKNY. I visit Whole Foods at least twice a week, and our hangouts include coffee shops, grocery stores, and ice cream parlors. I could spend a whole day in the library leafing through old cooking magazines or thumbing through shelves and shelves of cookbooks.
Have I gone overboard? Has it gone too far? Is it odd that my greatest accomplishment might just be my chocolate chip or peanut-chocolate cookies? Oh, well. It’s time for dinner.