I’ve come to the conclusion, that at the ripe age of 26, I am a grown up. This revelation came to me when I was stood in my local whole foods store, amongst the quinoa and coconut oil. There I was, amongst this amazing array of colourful veg, beautiful nuts, and the best selection of whole-grains, and I was excited, so excited. The same kind of excitement that I used to get when I bought a new dress from Topshop, or a new pair of shoes (OK the latter still excites me). But now, going to the supermarket to stock up on supplies, this is my addiction. I love just looking around the shelves in stores, just to hunt out that new spice, or oil, to jazz up my dinner. Sometimes I’ll just walk around the isles, knowing I don’t need to buy anything, but just walking around, to take it all in. The local market man laughs at me sometimes, because some days I just go and look at his daily selection of produce, just to absorb its wonderfulness, he and I knowing that I stocked up on it all, just the day before. Yes, this is what it must feel like to be a grown up.
I caught up with some old school friends last week, who agreed with me that we must be ‘real’ grown ups now. Gone are our conversations of the latest fashion trend, or crazy tale from a wild club night. In their place now; which is the best vegetable brownie recipe? How else can we use tahini? And how the world food section in a certain supermarket is the a hidden gem and gold mine for worldwide treats.
I pretty much have food on my mind every minute I am awake. And most of my dreams are food related. As soon as I’ve finished a meal, I’m picturing my next snack or dish. It’s great. I’m one of those people who needs to eat pretty often. Snacking is pretty high up on my priority list. I get hungry super quickly, so need something healthy and energy-packed on hand at all times.| | | Next → |