Dessert

I have a wild sweet tooth that I have followed to bad ends since I was a child lying to my mother and saying I was drinking hot carob when really my mouth was full of the powdery sweetness of hot chocolate from an envelope.
I am a sugar junkie and I have a problem. As I have gotten older I have for the most part had to give up baking because I cannot be trusted with trays of cookies, cakes or pies. The German deli on NE Sandy and Roses deli are places I have to steer around and don't get me started on the pastries and candies at my local market Ira's.
But I refuse to give up because there is joy in dessert. So I have found another path, a grownup path.
Tonight's dessert: a chunk of delicious and nutty hard cheese, several small pieces from a dark chocolate bar, ripe strawberries and a glass of wine. A far cry from the lardy frosting of grocery store sheet cake I enjoyed in my more indulgent youth, it feels decadent and oddly sexy to have this late night treat.

Today

I read somewhere that when you write a blog you have to find your point of view. I thought about this for some time. It seems that I want to write about food and my love of it. I don't want to write about cooking for children I don't have or a husband that doesn't exist I want to write about what cooking is to me. And me, I am single.
Single isn't a dirty word. I like being single and the freedoms it affords me, I am not actively trying to change my status. I hear my stomach growling not my biological clock ticking. I am hungry and the whole world seems bent on me feeding a non existent family or a bevy of friends who have their own lives and meal plans.
So this is my blog: its about eating good food and cooking wonderful meals. Its about feeding yourself well even if you are single.
because I am.