I’m Dreaming Of Food…Or Channeling My Inner Chipmunk

Today I’ve been dreaming about food.  Well dreaming is probably the wrong word, lusting is probably more accurate.  I have been lusting after food today.  No don’t misunderstand dear friends, I love good food and I love sharing it with people I enjoy so it’s not unusual for me to think about food.  I’ve been known to plan whole menus as a means of pleasantly passing time and I’ve no shame in this either.

However today I’ve been running on the see food, think food, desire food sort of cycle.  I blame my medications partially for this shift in my food relationship.  I also blame people sharing delicious ideas and placed with me all in a very short period of time.  This sharing lead me to feel like I need to try it all, right now.  Not that I’m complaining about people sharing these things with me; whether we break bread together or separately but shared experiences I think is a wonderful thing indeed.

The thing is, though, between my medication, my lupus flare and the insane hamster on the wheel that is my brain, I fee exhausted just trying to figure out what to do and try and when.  And of course this makes my health teeter totter a bit more.  Again I am not complaining for I am blessed, truly blessed to have wonderful people to share food with and more importantly to not having to worry about where the next meal comes from.  I just need to tame the lusting of said food into something more manageable so food isn’t falling off my plate!


Migrations In The House

You can tell where family members eat by certain things, such as tracks on the floor.  No matter how much you wash, buff or polish, the high traffic areas show through.  Areas where we congregate to eat, well there are tracks of that too.

It’s a little like when you see arial shoots of tracks from animals on migrations.  Only these migrations do not include as many animals, and typically are from only a limited space.  In our case, the tracks to the area where we congregate to eat come from only a few places in the house.

Where we do have rugs down on the floor you can the paw prints of the four-food ones. Not that I mind because they are just the impressions from their weight in the rugs.  I have also in the past cleaned muddy impression of paws off the floor.

And no matter how hard you clean, at least in this house, there is always a trail of crumbs leading from the eating area to be scattered as far into the house as possible.  The trial is heaviest and easiest to follow in the kitchen, dining room and living space (snacks, I blame snacks for that).

You sweep the floor, wash the floor wnd till you can hear crumbs going up the hoses when you vacuum.  It’s annoying, but not overly so because they are created by loved ones.  Loved ones with whom I break bread etc.  In other words, I wouldn’t trade anything to have crumb-free, foot print free floors!