This mini-series written in response to several comments I've had over the last little while, from people whom I believed knew me well. I do not intend to sound, as my brother would say, "chippy." These are meant merely as clarification. And they are kind of long. Best read aloud...or at least imagining that I am reading them aloud to you...or whatever.
I love you all.
You've had two days of brief and clear and simple. Today was the first day of a three or four part, very unBCS response to recent events.
EatFor whatever record is being kept here, I am a professional foodie. That is my job title: The Foodie. That's what I do. It's my job--I get paid for it. Happenstancially, it is also my hobby. I read technique books for fun, and spend "fun" money on things like saffron and artisan honey and 30-year-aged balsamic and rosewater. (And then I decide rosewater is too expensive so I make my own.)
The thing is, food is so much a part of my day to day life that it is no longer directly associated with eating in my mind. Food is a challenge, an expression, a profession. It is a way to share my talents with people, to improve the quality of their life by bringing innocent sensual pleasure to their current minute of mortal existence. It's a way to show people that I love them. Food is a language that everyone speaks--whether they want to or not. I am a very results-oriented person, who connects very powerfully physically with the world around me. The culinary universe is a great place for me to develop talents within the scaffolding of that nature.
I cook for people that I like. I certainly cook for boys that I Like...and just for boys that like food. I love cooking for people! I love it when people cook for me!! Many people seem to be intimidated to do so. They say things like "oh, this enchilada (PS--one of the best I've ever tasted) won't be up to your culinary-student-chef-person standards..." or "Well, I say that I feel bad that you pay for/cook dinner every week during our class break--but I don't cook because I feel like my food won't be up to snuff!"
ummmmmmmm...yeah, no. Thanks for playing! Whether you are totally aware of it or not, what you are really saying is "My insecurity is more important to me than the fact that you are hungry," or "My insecurity is more important than your money."
(these are not the only two times it happened, so if these two are reading this post, don't take it personally. I'm just using this to illustrate a larger point. I love you.)
To put it in college-kid terms, I love "free" food. I put that in quotes, because NO food is free. SOMEBODY paid for it, or worked for it, or made it, or grew it. Perhaps a better phrase would be "gifted" food. I LOVE when someone cooks for me--because I know what it takes to put a meal together! When I invite people over for dinner or dessert or something, and the response is "Sure! free food? I'm always down for free food," sometimes that gives me pause (depending on the relationship I have with the person, of course). I'm not even sure why--sometimes I just feel like that may not be the appropriate response. Where I was raised, if someone invited you to dinner, the usual response was "Oh, thank you! That sounds great! Is there anything you would like me to bring?" ...or something to that effect. Not "Wow, thanks, free stuff!" ...>.>... <.<... Is that the way we respond when someone offers us a gift? money? service? I don't know. For me, preparing a meal for someone is all of the above. It doesn't deserve lauds and honor, and that's certainly not why I cook for people. But a little politeness and courtesy among friends usually doesn't go amiss. Neither does giving someone something delicious...or not-as-delicious.
[[If you don't know me well, best stop reading here. The rest of this may sound dangerously like a rant. However, read it with much more of my dry humor and it will be far more accurate.]]
Another social block that I run up against--more than anyone should-- is the idea that somehow my being fat is related to being a chef--and since fat people can't possibly be healthy, or happy, or loved, then my life would improve greatly were I *NOT* a chef...or that food/chefness has become my substitute for being healthy/happy/loved....OR, even better, if people eat the food that I cook, they too will be fat, and therefore unhealthy/unhappy/unloved! No possible way would a fat chef cook healthy food! No possible way would a person who cooks all day also NOT eat like a pig the food that she cooks! She must be fat because she's cooking all day and snarfing down all of those calories like a willpowerless glutton! She's fat because she's a chef.
Seriously??I got news for you, well-intention-ed-but-fantastically-incorrect-persons:
I was fat before I was a chef. Get over it.Second news flash? Fat people can be healthy, and happy, and loved. I am AMAZED at how much my body has recovered from some very serious medical issues I have dealt with over my high school and college years. Heck, my whole life. My body is none of your business, and I don't have to justify my struggles to you.
I am very, very happy as I live my life according to the nature and outline that God gave me. Again, thank you for your concern, but my sadness and pain stems much more often from people being sick or dying or being blown up or making stupid choices like listening to Nickleback. You know...real problems.
As for being loved...I'm a strong, independent black woman who don't need no man.
haha but seriously? I've dated lots of guys. Many of them decided I wasn't thin enough or pretty enough or whatever, and if they wait a little longer, they'll find someone as awesome as me but with an easier life, less intensity, and also smaller than a 16.
Usually I dumped them. ^_^
As for the others...I've had my heart take a few beatings in its time. But who hasn't? Thanks for your concern for me, but I can handle it. And if YOU are concerned that the people who are dearest to you will love you less because you gained weight by eating the Obesity Powder we fat chefs put in your food?
Maybe it's time you found new people.
(Or watched Legally Blonde. Bombshell's got problems too, babe. Remember: bend...and snap!)
I don't get uptight when the gamers post about games, or when the fitness junkies post about their own fitness, or when the computer guys post jokes that no one else understands because they are written in C++. I don't even get grumpy when the conspiracy theorists post about President Obama being a martian or how all gay people are going to convince our children to marry stray cats! So please don't get grumpy at this professional food person for posting about food. Please. This sounds like "a rant at an invisible foe" to some of you, but I have actually had some people un-friend me over this (which kind of makes me feel like adults never actually grow out of elementary school cliques).
Fact: Reading my posts won't actually make you fat. And, fat's not the worst thing in the world a person could be--one could be shallow and insecure and judgmental, for example. That would kind of suck.