Grand ideas

So, middle age (if 30s is still considered middle aged--maybe I am getting ahead of myself?)....it has made me wonder what I am really good at. I mean, I have been alive long enough that there should be something I'm really good at, right? I should have perfected a musical instrument, or won some prestigious award for a young professional or beat a whole bunch of other athletes in a trying competition. But I haven't. I have a crazy awesome job at which I perform reasonably. I have a garden that I love working in but which looks like a crazy person planted it. I really enjoy cooking, and I like to think that my cooking comes out edible more often than not (though my husband may disagree, if he were ever able to speak candidly...). But I'm not truly great at anything. I don't think I'm alone--I think a lot of people around my age probably feel this way, like what do they really have to show for themselves after all this time taking up space and resources? Maybe that's why all of our friends are having kids now, in hopes that they'll be great parents...

But I have recently realized that there is something that I might be exceptional at. Something that I talk about more than anything else. Something that occupies my thoughts more than anything else. Wait, is that more the definition of an obsession, than a sign that I am good at this unnamed thing? Huh. Too bad, I like the first idea better. And I think I might be really good at eating.

Who wouldn't be good at eating, you might wonder. Everyone eats multiple times a day. It'd be hard not to be good at it, after all that practice. In fact, I guess there are few things people get more practice at than eating. Sleeping...pooping--I think maybe my husband would qualify for championship pooper, but to know that for sure would require us to be a little closer than I think is totally healthy--breathing...all those things that our bodies require to make us go--we get lots of practice with them. But I guess I'm talking more than just mechanically good. I actually may not be so good at eating, mechanically speaking, if the grease stains on my clothes and dirty napkins under the table are any indicator. I'm talking conceptually good. Like being able to do something for an extended time with an enthusiasm that doesn't wane. And having a seemingly bottomless want to continue to expand your knowledge and perfect your....

Ugh.

Enough of all that big-headed blathering! My point is, I really like eating and I think I'm at least above average in doing it. So when my husband suggested we write a blog about our eating experiences, I thought it sounded like a fun idea.

So why don't we? We don't really have any goals in mind specifically, no list that we're trying to eat through, no deadline we're trying to beat. But it might be fun. And maybe a few people will find it useful or entertaining or at least not a total waste of time. And even if none of those things happen, how can I pass up an opportunity to spend more time talking about my favorite thing...yum.