My francophile ways are rather famous around my real-human-friend set. As a result, I have read countless books on the french way of life, including "Joie De Vivre". I realized just how much simple joy is missing from my life.
As a result, I am going to write about the simple joys I happen upon in daily existence.
So, here we are.
There's a Japanese saying that goes something like (and I'm paraphrasing), 'food must be a feast for the eyes as well as the palate". I truly do believe they're onto something. Eating beautiful cupcakes as oppose to a short muffin with a dab of strawberry frosting on top are not the same experiences.
My roommates think I'm slightly insane, but I go to great lengths to make my food look beautiful. For example:
Mini baguette topped with light cheese and a blackberry, covered in chocolate. Oh, and a hard boiled egg. I enjoyed eating this. I relished every bite.
Oh, cheese. How I adore thee. That deserves a post all to itself. The point is that with preparation, and the slow, ritualistic process of creating a meal, eating the meal, and cleaning up after the meal is so comforting to me. At a time of great stress in my life (going into my senior year of college, performing in the run of a friend's show, going into final exam period, living in the current economic climate), I develop a great need for ritual. It's such a primitive thing, and yet so necessary.
Beautiful food. Mmm.
2 comments:
Precious! What kind of cheese is it? I can never find that stuff we had in Switzerland
Laughing Cow Light Swiss Spreadable.
I am absolutely enamored with the stuff.
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