Why I Love Food

Hi blogging world.

I’m Amanda. I enjoy late night baking, cracking pistachios, and buttering bread. And in addition to really liking food, I also tend to forget things. A lot.  I don’t mean to do it! Sometimes I think that there are simply too many things tumbling around in my brain and some of them just fall out.  And then they land in my laundry basket. And then I wash them. Like my phone charger.

But thats not the point. The point is, forgetting something sometimes seems like a bad thing, but can really turn into something quite wonderful. For instance, yesterday I drove home from school (GO DUKES) and realized that I had forgotten three very important things.

1. My computer charger
2. My birth control
3. My DVD of anchorman

None of these things I wanted to be without for a day, let alone a week, so I had no choice. I had to wrap myself back up in my oversized scarf and step back into my fall boots and go retrieve my belongings.  However, my father, being the wonderful man that he is, offered to accompany me so that I didn’t have to make the two hour drive alone three times in 36 hours. We got into the car and began the drive.

By now I bet where wondering when the food connection is going to come into play.  You see, on our way home we stopped at this lovely little place called The Apple House. I had only driven by here once before, but my father had stopped her multiple times when visiting cabins with Mish (Mish=mom. This name will be used frequently as my mother is the prime reason I like to cook).  Both of them swore by their apple donuts, and, not to disappoint Mish, we stopped by and picked up a dozen.  Apple donuts are the perfect supplement to a chilly November day. The outer crust is sinfully crisp with a gratuitous dusting of cinnamon sugar surrounding the shell. After the first bite, you discover the moist doughy center and the cake simply melts on your tongue. By the end of the first donut, you’re sucking the remaining sugar of your fingers and wondering how many more you can eat without Mish noticing.

As we drove down 81 together, belting Johnny and June’s “It Ain’t Me Babe,” and eating those donuts straight from the bag, I had an honest moment of pure  happiness.  I had to peer down into my little bag of donuts and whisper thank you.  A donut can turn a drive into a story. Food connects to memories, to moments, to new adventures, and to finding out new reasons why you love someone.

I want to capture those special moments as well as encourage new ones to develop.  And if it means forgetting a computer charger here and there, then I’m okay with that.

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