Saturday, January 19, 2013
The terrific At Goal and Maintaining: Transition to Maintenance Team is encouraging a recipe exchange. And of course I'd like to support my team!
Have to say, however, that I "don't do recipes"much anymore . . . so I've been thinking about why that's so.
Because I do make soup every week -- a big pot that sits in the fridge, ready for suppers. Every pot different. This week: salmon and shrimp with celery, onion, /carrot, potato, spinach in broth with Greek seasoning . . . it's delicious! (Had a taster bowlful for breakfast!).
But: my soups don't follow a recipe. They're based on what I have on hand that needs to be used up before I buy the next week's salad veggies. And yes, I do make salads every day for lunch: but again not from a recipe. The focus is on what's fresh at the grocery store: probably 8-15 different veggies and fruits at each meal. But: I don't have a Betty Crocker gene.
I'm a "fueller" focusing on nutrition . . . and infinite variety within that soup and salad pattern.
And I'm a frugalista focusing on not throwing stuff out.
My house is "decorated" from a whole bunch of stuff that more or less arrived here: stuff that had belonged to my parents, and an aunt, DH's parents, or was acquired from friends or Salvation Army. Right down to the tea towels, dishes, paintings on the walls. I've rarely ever bought a piece of furniture in over 33 years of marriage. Do buy paintings, however, and always have fresh flowers on the kitchen table -- in summer, random bunches from my garden and in winter from the grocery store. This week: white hyacinths. So although I love my old Victorian house, I'm more or less indifferent to its persistent shabbiness. Just don't have a Martha Stewart gene.
My "wardrobe"? Same thing: mostly acquired from kind girlfriends who passed along items they outgrew, or thrift stores, consignment shops, ebay and etsy. Love fashion: rarely buy anything substantial and never at full price. I'm way more Annie Hall than Cindy Crawford, that's for sure. And don't repeat an entire outfit much oftener than I repeat a soup . . .
Food, furnishing, fashion: I get a kick out of odd combinations that arrive in my life by serendipity. What postmodern theory calls "bricolage"; assembling something new out of the random.
Why does this work for me? It feels freeing -- I suppose it's my version of that "life, liberty and pursuit of happiness" thing which nevertheless coheres with the "peace, order and good government" thing too. Because as we all know, maintaining weight loss AND financial responsibility do require so much discipline. Life without recipes permits eternal vigilance together with a certain subversive quirkiness that doesn't derail the fundamental enterprise!