Day 10 - Food.

Ahhh, food. One of the greatest things nature has given us. Whether it be vegetarian, vegan, wheat free, dairy free, carnivorous or even raw, it is always going to heighten moods worldwide, if done right. It can also provoke anger and even bring you to tears, at least, these have happened to me. I don't know if it is just me, but there is nothing worse than getting something you have been craving and it just not matching up to the taste you had made in your head. This is one reason why I love cooking, I will just keep slaving over a boiling stove, developing blisters on my fingers from the gas and the constant stirring, until I get the taste just right. I do not joke when it comes to food! Having said that, one of the best meals I have ever made myself was one i whipped up in about 15 minutes. My family had already eaten their dinner of fish pie. As I don't eat fish, I decided to give it a miss and throw something of my own together. However, at the end of the month, in a family of 5, ingredients start to become a rarity. I chopped, grated and poured some bacon bits, onions milk, white wine, cheese and garlic into a pot, boiled some spaghetti, and hey presto, I was in carbohydrate heaven! Sadly, despite MANY attempts, I have been unable to recreate this concoction. It comes out too sour, too alcoholic or just plain runny! It breaks my heart every time.
One of the best things about the flat I live in right now is that my flatmate loves to bake. When I say bake, I mean experiment in the oven. Oh, and experiment she does well! She is also the bonnie lass who encouraged me to get a blog that other people could actually read and maybe get some enjoyment out of. She has her own blog about her baking endeavors here: Got Love, Can't Bake.
I will soon be living with a life-long vegetarian. This pretty much makes me a vegetarian too. As someone who used to live by the motto "No meat, no eat" I should find this tough, but instead I am going to embrace the opportunity to let my cooking skills take over and try and find something as satisfying as a chunky, medium rare stake, but with less blood, iron and death. Having just thought about this properly, the faint memory of what a fry up tastes like. On a day off... In bed... With the strongest tea a human can keep down...
I may have to go and think some stuff through.