Sunday, July 26, 2009
Watch out for garlic bread!
I mean it, it's a trap with sharp unavoidable points. Its the venus fly trap of dinner sides. It lures you in with its golden color and divine smells. When you pick it up, the weight is satisfying and the first bite of that crispy yet chewy crust ensures that you'll be going back for more. And more, and probably MORE. Or maybe that's just me...
I LOVE garlic bread in ways that are far unreasonable for a consumable. In general, I have positive feelings about food. I mean, hey, fuels the body and mind and when done right is delicious and can be an adventure. It's taken me quite some time to look at food as a friend and not an enemy to be conquered or ignored. But my relationship to garlic bread remains conflicted. Most importantly, I'm allergic to garlic. I'm not gonna die or go into anaphylatic shock or anything, but the intestinal discomfort is by no means mild. So only on rare occasions will I indulge in something made with fresh garlic and then generally in small quantities...except for garlic bread.
I overindulged with 3 pieces of the garlicky good stuff tonight, went way the frick over my allotted caloric intake for the day and now I'm hurting. Why, oh why did I do this to myself? Even as I ate piece #2 I was thinking to myself "Bad idea" but by the start of piece #3 all reason was vanquished. So today begins the moratorium on garlic bread until I can approach it as just a delightful addition to a meal instead of an item I MUST have. And bigger bummer, I guess I don't have quite that healthy relationship with food that I thought I had.
Food for thought.