Obsessed with food

If you haven’t figured it out by now, I am truly obsessed with food. I am a foody. I love to cook, bake, smell the aromas and eat! All in all a true love for culinary arts and the end result. When you see obscure references throughout the blog-you now know why. I’m also forgetful. This would explain the other nonsensical moments of humor. Most of which I hope you get.

The point..um..the point oh yes the point! I had a point [no really I did!]. Food is the one common denominator that allows true happiness to shine through. When someone moves, you bring them something for their table. When someone weds you enjoy the celebratory cake of their nuptials, and when someone dies, you bring them … food. I don’t know if you have realized this or not yet but human beings can be such rotten creatures. Not only does it influence friends and family, it does a number on the co-workers. Have you ever embraced the power you receive after holding a cheese danish in front of your bosses nose? Guess who gets the praise for the day? That would be you. Guess who else gets the fat and calories around their miserable love handles? That would be them. You see.. food = power my friends..

Wax on…wax off!