Long time no see? Right? It has been a long time since I had this blog up and running. My life on the food chain got in the way. I have often been dinner, instead of cooking it. A lot of this has to do with getting older, and what comes with it. For most of us, life seems to change in our late 50s or into our 60s. Sometimes we notice it gradually, or sometimes it comes and smacks us on the head. Our own mortality wanders in and invites itself to dinner. You can either feed it, or let it eat you.
I probably ought to explain about this blog and it's history. And then go forward.
Why Life on the Food Chain? A glib answer would be “eat or get eaten”, but it’s more than that. We humans have the potential to be more than a consuming animal, or allowing ourselves to be eaten by life. Back in the "twenty-teens," Life on the Food Chain was largely a food blog, with some personal, often wry observations mixed in. Even a little snarky at times. This incarnation will probably be more observations and ideas, dusted with a few recipes. At first I thought it was a bit self serving, airing my concerns and issues with my life and maybe it is. But while talking to friends, neighbors, and in passing snippets of conversation with strangers, I realized we are all on this path, no matter if you are 30 or 80. But the most telling discussions have generally been with people in late middle age and older. Other widows and widowers. The good and bad parts of change. Of new self-knowledge, and of losses, pains, and gains. As Douglas Adams jokingly wrote: "The Ultimate Answer to Life, The Universe and Everything is...42!" Well, maybe it is or isn't, but I'd like to talk about all that here with you.
Just in case my past readers are worried--Yes, there will be recipes. Food is a glorious gift to be shared, like love, with abandon. There will also be recipes for improving other things: your health, your surroundings, your mind, and your own relationships with everyone including yourself. And some smart-assed stuff that will either make you laugh or totally piss you off. Promise. Use the contact section below if there are topics you'd like to see me mangle here. I'm really good at that!
Stay tuned. Move forward with me.
I'm a fairly nice adult woman who was too young to go to Woodstock, but too old for the Monkees. Not young, but can, and do still run a 10 minute mile. I was widowed a few years ago, and have seen more than a few friends disappear from the planet far too young. Losses are hard, but you can turn them into something that propels you onward. I spend my time at work selling cookware, then cooking, gardening, learning to speak French, reading, messing with my dogs, and hanging with friends. Blogging. Not ready, ever, for the lounger, elastic waist sweatpants and the remote. There's plenty of time for that when we're dead.