I want to be a tight t-shirt wearin', middle aged, daddy bear pastry chef, who writes cookbooks and teaches others to cook for themselves. There I said it. That's what I want to be when I grow up. You know, since the position of "quadruple threat" Hugh Jackman is already taken, and demigod seems like an over-reach given my skill set. Seriously, is there anything Jackman can't do?
Don't be thrown off by my use of humor; I earnestly believe it's possible to be vital and active, eat healthfully - and deliciously - at any age. And I'm out to prove it. I believe too that people with dietary restrictions shouldn't have to forgo pleasure even though certain ingredients or whole food groups are off the menu. Of course you have to regulate your eating habits, and make choices. I call this mindful eating. But enjoyment should never be off the menu, especially when you're choosing to eat well.
There is a catch, all the foods you eat must be cooked by you, or another human, meaning, a chef, a skilled (or not so skilled) cook that you can actually see doing the work of cooking. Yes, it takes time to cook for yourself, and workout/exercise, but it doesn't need to occupy all of your time. It's about living a good full life, in which work, friends, family, all take a balanced role. And yes, I'm willing to use my own body, mind, and life, to make my point.
So, I have the gym membership, the t-shirts, and the paperwork to go to culinary school is in the works. I am officially moving this from my "maybe someday," dream list to the "next big adventure," category. It may not happen for another whole year, but it's going to happen.
Meanwhile, here's a picture of an oat bran muffin:
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