Whoever loves food must love their family.
You can love food, I think. This does not have anything to do with gluttony. We need food to sustain ourselves with, don’t we? Without food and water we are nothing. But a good love of food, I think, has a lot to do with our approach towards it and how we source and prepare it. Chefs love food, don’t they? This is why they are in the food business. I think fruit and vegetable farmers must love food too.
I think a good love for food is also reflected in those who have a holistic and healthy approach towards it. As far as possible, a good mother will always be sourcing healthy ingredients to help her prepare healthy, balanced and wholesome dishes for her family. I found from personal experience that this motherly instinct for natural, healthy food is a little difficult to practice when you are single like me.
You have your lonesome moments. There’s no need to worry and fuss about in the kitchen dutifully preparing kids’ meals. All you have to do is rustle something up just for yourself. And do you know what; it’s really a stupid habit. I mean, making a decadent meaty sandwich with loads of spicy sauce, perhaps with a few slices of tomato or pickle to go with it, and just grabbing a big bag of crisps, and then plonking yourself in front of the TV is no sweat at all.
But later on, probably the next morning, and depending on how unhealthy you may be, you and your body will really begin to sweat. It doesn’t feel so good in the morning. You feel, oh so bloated. I do anyway. I’ve come to believe that if I’m about to practice what I preach, I really ought to practice my true love for food a lot more often. My grocer list for tomorrow’s shopping, I like to believe, is a healthy start.
Going forward, there will be no more bags of crisps. No more plastic paper either, when you come to think of it. If the small budget allows for it, I have been told that a little bit of dark chocolate does do some good for lonely girls like me. And instead of crisps, nuts will do just fine. Like chips, nuts have their own flavors and variety as well. They are rich in protein, in case you
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Courtney Love spent a part of her life hanging on the coat-tails of one Kurt Cobain. Many fans of his heart-rending music and lyrics chose to compare him with the late Jim Morris of the classic rock band The Doors. I can see why. These folk-rock icons had something tragic in common. Both of them committed suicide. Somewhere in France, the country where Morris took his life, a shrine stands above where his maimed body lies.
But, oh dear me, I was going to talk to you about my love of reading books. But perhaps mentioning these two cult personalities wasn’t such a bad idea, after all. Because that’s the one literary genre that utterly fascinates me. I love reading biographies of famous men and women throughout the history of humanity. I don’t think I’ve even covered fifty famous men and women, so you can imagine, I have quite a way to go.
I do, at the moment, have books on Mandela, Gandhi and, would you believe, Winston Churchill, on my shelves. I also have a book or two on Myanmar’s First Lady and Mother Teresa of Kolkata. Poetry is another genre that fascinates me. At the moment, I’m exploring the tragic love affairs of Sylvia Plath and her husband, British laureate and teacher, Ted Hughes. I also have some books of poetry from South African icon, Ingrid Jonker. Ingrid and Sylvia have much in common with Morris and Cobain as well.
They led tragic, traumatized and hectic lives by our own ordinary standards. They also had their hearts broken. Where love is concerned, I’ve been fortunate. Yes, I have been let down and disappointed on a few occasions, but my heart was never broken. Yes, I cried some rivers here and there, and yes, I can even admit to thinking the dreadful thought of just wanting to curl up and die.
I’m not fond of saying this, but this is how human nature works. This is the dark side as they say. Ladies, let’s always try and look on the bright side of life and all the curve balls that it throws at us. Consider for a moment when a man breaks off what you thought was a fabulous relationship. Be rational and try to believe that perhaps it just wasn’t meant to be. Especially pertinent for the poorest among us is