After a crazy month of 70/80-hour weeks & kids grand finals & working through the night & slothing on the couch at 11pm at night utterly, utterly exhausted - I am enjoying my first Wednesday afternoon off.
Oh I love that idea - a weekday (even if it's only half a weekday after working all night) - sitting in bed reading books, napping, or sometimes curled up with a DVD on the laptop with the sun shining in on the bed. It feels so hedonistic.
And I finally realised watching the glorious Julie&Julia that I have been born out of time.
I should have been one of those 'hostess' wives - modern geisha who plan meals (but have someone else to clean up for them), who dabble in art & literature out of love (but aren't required to finish anything or put up with someone else marking them), who sparkle & chatter & debate (but don't actually have to DO anything).
In essence - I'm just plain lazy...and sadly, I'm not good looking enough to get away with being that way for a living! LOL
What is it about food? Why do we revel in it the way we do sex? We even use the same words - lush, sensual, moist, hot & juicy...or maybe it's just me who uses all those words. LOL
When did chefs become rock stars? The Nigellas & Jamies & Marcus Pierre-Whites?
It's like food porn.
We sit on our couches, eating spag bog off our knees & watch the Naked Chef plunge his hands into paella or Nigella purr about pomegranates.
Of course - like porn - some of us get brave & give it all a go at home.
At times like this, when work & sport & commitments start breaking down the little joys in my life I can't decide what I miss the most - good food? or good sex?
But ironically, food, like sex, just isn't any fun if it's not great.
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