To cook, or to not cook, that’s the question. Once upon a time, I liked cooking. Before the eating disorder tentacled it’s way into everything, I quite enjoyed it. I liked trying new things. I liked feeding other people. It’s harder with an eating disorder, if only because people ask why you aren’t eating, or why your food is different. So, I started cooking less. … Continue reading Let’s break bread, an off-the-cuff joint.
I like to bake and cook for people. I started doing it when I was eleven, around the time my eating disorder put on spurs and kicked things into high gear. People without eating disorders like to cook and bake, of course, but people with eating disorders often do it to excess. We watch the shows, and read the books and magazines almost compulsively: if … Continue reading ‘Twas a very flat cake – an off-the-cuff joint.
Ramen or KD, but first, let me take a selfie. Or provide some definitions. When I say “ramen,” I’m referring to the Mr. Noodles et al dehydrated packs of near food available twelve to the dollar at Walmart – six if you splurge for the Sapporo Ichiban brand. It is marginally better. I’m not referring to the lovely, freshly-made versions I’ve never had the privilege … Continue reading Ramen or KD?
My favourite meal is beef stroganoff. I’ve loved it since forever. My mom made it regularly since it was a meal that pleased us all, and with five, that was rare. Though I think one brother, like my son, picked out the mushrooms. For both of them, it’s a flavour and not a texture thing. I love mushrooms. Cooked or raw, they’re delicious. We make … Continue reading If it’s my birthday, it’s beef stroganoff.
From Famine to Feast. 