I'm not sure if I'm ever going to stop being surprised by this, but I am becoming someone who cares a great deal about food. Clearly we all care about food, at least enough to cram it in our pieholes whenever "can" and "need to" coexist in the same universal plane, but lately I've been doing a ton of work in the kitchen making stuff for us as a family from scratch, and I suppose it's kind of growing on me: the idea of really paying attention to food, appreciating it. I hesitate to attach myself to movements of any kind but yes, bringing my attention to food has most certainly been accompanied by a feeling of slowness. Not a bad thing at all.
I've taken home a few food magazines that friends were done with, and found a lot of what was in them helpful, or at least interesting. Maybe not enough to subscribe to any of them, but enough to read them all the way through.
I'm not in the least bit interested in food celebrities, though. I'm trying to pay less attention to celebrities in general anyway, but I have no idea who the various food show hosts are or the big restauranteurs or what have you. Reading the magazines I kind of plugged my eyes and shouted "LA LA LA LA LA LA!" whenever a celebrity chef's name came up, but then there was her.
Again, as I said, I'm actively resisting forming any kind of emotional response to famous people, but she looks like she is planning to eat me. Terrifying.
Baby lay there flipping pages and saying "Isssss IIIIIIIIICE KUH-reeeem. Bread, bread, bread."
Which is precisely what I thought: once you got past the cover there was a crazy-wonderful-looking recipe from St. John for chocolate ice cream in there.