Food, Food, Glorious Food

You know how bloggers are always saying they will need to stop blogging because they can't think of anything else to write about? Well, I mostly write about the oddities in my life. Which, praise be, apparently I am the oddest person ever so the material just never stops.I was reading a post on another blog where people were discussing what time they started thinking about lunch. The common answer was 11:00 or 11:30.

Not me baby. It is even a source of teasing between my mother-in-law and me.

I start thinking about my meals at least a full 24 hours in advance. It's true. I am more than a little obsessed with my food. I've been making meal plans for about 18 years now. Much longer than it has been in style. I take great comfort in knowing what I will be eating this upcoming weekend.
If my kids are coming home from college, I get even more obsessed. Maybe if I serve them just the perfect food, they'll still love home more than college. Or something like that.But in all honesty, I'd be almost as obsessed if it was just my husband and me. We like our food. A lot. We are completely the same in this aspect. When we go to a restaurant, we have to decide together what to order. And the person that orders second almost always orders the same thing the first person ordered. We are terrified one of us will get something better than the other.I think I may have inadvertently stumbled onto something here. In our teens and twenties, our hormones have most of us focused on other activities than eating. In our thirties, most of us are parents and just focused on when in the world we might sleep for longer than 15 minutes at a stretch. Nothing is more desirable than that blissful sleep.
Then come the 40s and 50s. The kids are older and sleeping. The hormones have settled or completely left us. And what is left to focus our attention on? Food. Wonderful food.Which would explain the proliferation of the cooking shows on the air.And that midlife bulge.