I love food...

I love food.  It’s my super power.

I know, what you’re thinking, “Everyone loves food”, but, you don’t understand.  Food is my paint and canvas, it’s how I express my love, and good food is satisfying… on a few different levels.  I have no color sense, and can’t draw a recognizable stick figure, but I can produce cinnamon rolls that will make you weep!  I’m pretty sure homemade cinnamon rolls are the secret to my 27 years of wedded bliss.

I recall one glorious Christmas morning when I achieved “Cinnamon Roll Nirvana”.  Perfecting the butter/sugar/cinnamon ratio is a skill developed after many, many years of practice (and a really rockin’ recipe I got from my sister).  I don’t remember how many perfect cinnamon rolls I partook of that blessed Christmas morning, because I lost all concept of time and space.  The icing on my roll was that everyone else enjoyed them as much as I did.  Watching the eyes of family and friends roll back in their heads as they peeled off the warm, yeasty layers filled me with a sense of unparalleled Christmas Joy.  Creativity, love and satisfaction, all spun in a fluffy, buttery, cinnamon package.  It was a good day.

So what if I love food?!  It makes me happy.  Maybe my self esteem is based on my sour cream pound cake.  Who cares if discovering a great dessert at a restaurant leads me to stop questioning my existence?  Big deal if I ply my kids with baked goods in exchange for their love!  I love food and I don’t care who knows it!

Now, who wants some pie?