…and by that I don’t mean to call myself a foodie–far from it. I don’t particularly enjoy cooking, and I get very little satisfaction from a perfectly executed recipe. Of course, maybe that’s because I rarely enjoy a perfectly executed recipe. So, I envy those people who can assemble ingredients by instinct, and I really envy those who can relegate food to a mere source of fuel. Me? I love to taste, enjoy, savor. So, on the continuing adventure of celebrating my birthday, here are five ways you can join me in a culinary celebration.
- Try Something New! Now, my closest friends will call me a hypocrite for saying this, because I usually always get the exact same thing when I go out to eat. Partly becasue, at home, it’s a fairly rare occasion, and I don’t want to take a chance on being disappointed. But when we travel, I like to get the biggest, most obnoxious thing on the menu, knowing that I may never have this chance again. So, last night, after a long day’s drive, we ended up in a pub, and I ordered this monstrosity of a burger, with bacon and little chunks of fried gouda cheese and this sauce…so yummy. (I took a pic, but can’t find it) Would I ever order it again? No. Do I resent the waitress’ pre-emptive warning that she’d never seen anyone finish it? Kind of.
- Nutella. On Ritz crackers. The salty and the sweet… I get a jar every payday. When it’s gone, it’s gone. Because of my school’s pay schedule, I don’t get a check in August. Might have to use some of the birthday money…
- Whole-grain frozen waffles are my snack solution almost any time of day. With Nutella (sigh), or with PB&J. But, the most fun thing about waffles? (as if there were so many fun things about waffles…) is to find a new topping. This summer, I added Lemon Curd to my repertoire. Get a box of waffles and try something new!
- Indulge in your guiltiest of guilty pleasures. Now, for the record–and, yes, I understand the nutritional nightmare of what I am about to say–I love McDonald’s. There. It is a truth now a part of the universe. But, I also know that this cannot be a regular part of my diet, because I love myself. My solution? I have a Big Mac every New Year’s Day, and a McGriddle every birthday. In-between, as the occasion calls, I get the littlest burger and the biggest, the tiniest fries, and the biggest Diet Coke. But, while I have no actual self-discipline in my life, I can deny my two favorites knowing I’ll get one or the other in about six months.
- Treat somebody! I am equally happy when I snatch up a check, or nudge a friend aside at Starbucks as I am when the same happens to me. I know it’s an act of specific generosity to pay for the meal of a stranger, but how lovely it is to pay for the meal of a friend. Or a smoothie. Or…a Big Mac.