A Whiff of Macaroon
I've been listening to Person About Town, and the episode with Emily Ruskowski made me laugh and smile all the way into the city on my morning commute. It was the way she talked about food; it was like listening to the Food Network channel without being made to feel inferior. (I always feel a little singe of resentment whenever Food Network's on, because it's usually like, "Here's this wonderful meal we're going to make, and you. Can't. Have. Any." Or, "Here are these visually appealing meals I'm going to have in exotic locales and you get to watch me have a really good time from your $150 Craigslist couch. And now we're going to commercial.") I wished that I had her unconditional love for food.
My mother once said that if she didn't have to eat to live, she probably wouldn't. That struck me as a terribly strange thing to say. But I did afterwards start to see the obligations in eating and cooking, and the time spent preparing meals, and all of the things that I couldn't do if I was chewing food with a plate or a bowl in front of me. And as my boyfriend is apt to tell me, a large part of tasting food is based in olfactory senses—we enjoy eating through our noses. And my mother and I are serious allergy sufferers.
I seriously thought it was a regular thing, for your sense of smell to go away in the Spring and then come back in the Summer. I thought that smelling the flowers and whatnot was a kind of joke that older kids told the younger ones, like stories about Boogeymen. So when I would get my sense of smell back, that was all I would use to decide whether or not I wanted to eat something. In the Spring, my family would feed me liver and onions and broiled porkchops with zero spices, but in the Summer, I turned my nose up at nearly everything. They used to make fun of me because I would never eat something new without smelling it for a good 10, 20 seconds. And they would tease me more if I didn't like the smell and refused to eat it.
I don't know how well Emily's nose is working, has worked, or that she consciously uses in her dining experiences. But the fact that she considers getting down to brass tacks chowing down on a meal from Wegman's, I'm all about.