As Memorial Day approaches I can’t help but find myself already secretly longing the things I won’t be able to enjoy this summer (for reference refer to previous blog post): avocados on my tacos, sushi and sashimi, seafood. Why is it that we always want what we can’t have.
The university’s semester has ended, Memorial Day is a mere week away and The Terrace was already overflowing this weekend. Summer is in full swing here in the state’s capital.
I spent a lot of time outside yesterday. I started my day at the Dane County Farmers’ Market – talking to the vendors, trying fresh produce and watching the community enjoy the gorgeous day – the day ended at the Memorial Union Terrace – sipping on local beer, indulging in ice cream and laughing with good friends. You couldn’t ask for a better Saturday in May.
I love food. I’ve loved food for as long as I can remember. All kinds of food. I love food because of the smell, the vibrant colors, the memories it awakens, the smiles it summons. Food, a simple four letter word, can be extremely complex and controversial, it can be extremely simple and cooperative. I have a fascination with food. Some may call it an obsession. I call it a love affair.
I love the science of food. I love the art of food. I love the nature of food. Food, to me, is the best commonality between all of mankind. It is a necessity for survival, and a cherished ritual by many. Food itself has a past and a present and is connected to every one of us.
Growing up in the suburbs of Wisconsin, there were some important rules about food in our family that, as the oldest of three – and undoubtedly the spunkiest, to put it lightly – I learned at a young age.