I confess I am a total weirdo when it comes to food and eating habits. I often end up eating by myself. Part of this is self-induced, part of it is circumstantial. I spend most of my time cooking for other people nowadays, that by the time I get home, I typically end up eating a quick one-skillet meal. Also, add in that I have a peculiar taste in food. I admit sometimes I stretch the limits on what is conventional and most of my recipes are experiments. No one is really adamant on joining me for dinner when I am playing around with liver dishes. Add to the solo eating, the fact that I rarely eat out. Cooking is an area where I still grasp at control (in most aspects of my life I have the laid back, let it go, hippy vibe going on). I like to cook my own food. I like to do my own shopping. I like to know where my food is coming from and what’s going in to my meal. Lastly I think one of the biggest factors comes from my parents health business. I got such a complex about my body and eating. I felt under a microscope when I ate, and so I just started eating by myself, a contrast to growing up, when we sat down to family dinners.
This holiday season (actually I started contemplating this before then) has me thinking about the social aspect of eating. I guess the historical/cultural junkie in me thinks of societies like France and Italy, where eating is an experience. An experience you enjoy with others. Where you sit, socialize and eat. Not where you shovel portions down your throat, while you sit texting, posting, tweeting and instagramming on your phones the entire time. You actually engage with the people sitting around you. You take your time. You enjoy the experience. You enjoy the food. You enjoy the company.
And so as this is the time for family. A time to celebrate. A time for food, I think about stepping out of my comfort zones. I schedule meals with friends. I eat sushi at birthday dinners. I stop over-analyzing and thinking so damn much.
This past week my friend Tab has been hounding me to try and make this cream cheese pizza crust. Always one to act and go on impulse: when? Let’s schedule. Let’s make it happen. Boom, insert a fun night of kitchen creating and a collaborative hoe-made (inside joke, sorry) pizza with one of my gal pals. We went to the store together, wandering and discovering the perfect topping combination together. Then we went home, put away our phones, heading straight to the kitchen. There we laughed. Told stories. Danced. Joked. And laughed some more, all the while working together on the pizza. It was so much fun. Once, the pizza was done, we got to dig in and enjoy our success together. Complimenting and raving about our own masterpiece. A little bit of heaven. With life seeming so full of uncertainty often times, I have truly come to value these little moments in life. Life is made of these little moments. If you are present in them, you are wealthy to the extreme. I am so grateful for these times. It is that gratitude that makes me such a joyful, happy person. Seek. Find. Have more of these moments. Together. Step outside of your comfort zone and connect.
- 1 Recipe of Cream Cheese Pizza Crust (click the link for this one on Ally’s Sweet and Savory Eats) I added rosemary and garlic
- Tomato Sauce
- 6 slices bacon
- Hot & Spicy Sausage
- Shredded Cheese (optional)
Let’s Make it Happen: Make your crust. While it’s going, start browning sausage and bacon. Use a little of the bacon fat to saute the veggies. When the crust is done, smear tomato sauce on top. Layer the pepperoni. Toss the veggies on top. Add the meat now. Sprinkle with cheese if you’re using. Bake another 8 to 10 minutes. Slice and eat it up!