Feeling Joyful

I love a list.
I love food.

A love list that focuses on food:

I love beer batter fish, rice noodles, cracked pepper medley, grape tomatoes, parmesan cheese, vegetarian sausage, crab balls, habanero peppers, peanut dressing, scrambled eggs, olive oil, Smiley Fries sprinkled with malt vinegar, barley, mashed potatoes, Kimchi , cream of asparagus soup, guacamole, sauteed broccoli, coconut donuts, No-Bakes, Spanish rice, chocolate chip pie, rosemary, spinach, spring rolls, vegetarian chili, penne arrabiata, reuben loaf without the corned beef, baked vegetables, twice baked potatoes, macaroni and cheese, black bean tacos, and risotto.

I can make most of those things, too (not the spices, or the sausage, or the donuts, or the spring rolls. . . okay, I can make some of that stuff). I love a cookbook, too--I can sit for hours, reading one like it's a novel. My current favorite is "How To Cook Everything" by Mark Bittman. By Everything, he means Everything. I've loved that book for over two years.

I'm hungry.

We're eating out tonight. I am picturing exquisite restaurant, dim lighting, cloth napkins, the subtle murmur of other patrons. Cocktails, appetizers, a light but filling dinner, followed by rich, decadent dessert.

Everyone else here is picturing Cracker Barrel.

Guess who will win?