Like many of us, I associate an entire array of emotions with food. That makes it hard sometimes to see food for what it really is: nutrition.
Eventhough it’s not necessarily a bad thing when food reminds you of certain feelings or memories, those emotions should not get in the way of the pleasure of cooking something that will feed you. And lately I felt that every time I even thought about food, my need to cook was blocked by million thoughts.
My five-year-old is very simple about food: He likes to eat certain things and wishes to eat that every day. The concept of variety is unknown to him. So is the idea of trying new things. He doesn’t for the life of him understand why one would eat something that is not guaranteed good. Also, he’s very vocal about that. Like very vocal.
Needless to say, this causes frustration. I know, being an adult, that you can’t eat spagetti, carrots and meat balls every day. I also feel that I have some sort of right to cook something I like. But at the end of the day, it’s just him and me at the table going head to head.
I felt I was cooking for recognision. Or to make up for an argument when had earlier that day. Basically, I was cooking to make up for the fact that I’m not a very good talker and I’m no prime candidate for expressing my feelings in a more honest way. Then I realized that salsa or homepasta can’t do the talking for you. And I need to start cooking again for only one reason: good food.