Bloggy #6: food in my belly

As you know it's week 3 of my new career, blogging. I have hired a manager to manage me and he's informed me its Bloggy McBlog Blog # 6. BIG topic this week. It's about one of my boyfies. He's name is food and he makes me so happy when his in my belly. I love food so much but lets be honest it's not my boyfie cos that's just sick. Sick in the head. I'm not some sex crazed food addict. 

Food is my most favourite thing in the whole world. I love it. I think about what to eat when I’m not hungry so when I become hungry I’m prepared. Or I just eat it anyway. As you’re aware I’m not skinny but I (don’t think) I’m not obese either. I’m more the chubby girl (picture A) stuck between  fat world (picture B) and skinny world (not yet invented). If I cared enough would change it or if  started morphing into Picture B. 

Picture A

Picture B

The care would have to outweigh the love for food (which I highly doubt ever will). Obviously I’m a girl who doesn't order a salad as a meal nor push food round my plate (unless it’s horrible).  And if it’s that bad don’t take me there again... phew lucky you paid.

I do however think, even with my lack of portion control, that there is such thing as too much. I knew a a very nice person who decided to cook me dinner. His specialty dish (which he raved and raved about) was chicken risotto. Yes, he was like Iain 'Huey' Hewitson and he declared every ingredient in the title of his signature dish. It had rice and chicken full stop! No greens or any vegetables for that matter. Now I had high expectations. And it was poo. Absolute poo. Mind you he poached 4 whole chicken breasts for two… well he ate one before I came but that’s still 3 whole chicken breasts for two! That is far too much. Then I had to sit there and pretend it was good and the chicken pieces were huge and un bite size. I guess I should be grateful he cooked me tea…I guess.

If I was saying he had too much chicken, it obviously was! One time I ate two chicken schnitzels with chips and salad in one sitting!  I have never been so proud of myself. I impressed my male friends and sickened them at the same time. This is the only occasion when two chicken breasts were okay to eat by yourself.

Now you can imagine while I was so upset when that boy took my chicken and drunk my coke without asking (see relationship blog, #3)….

I’m a huge chicken fan. I don’t eat much red meat and no I’m not against it I just don’t like the taste. People always say how strange is it that I lived on a farm and I don’t like it. Well it’s not. We do not go out hunting like the swamp people and make big pot of gumbo, we go to regular super markets and buy regular food. Arnold has not resulted in us eating rations.

Chicken is great. Great with stuff. But do you know what’s amazing by itself…. rock melon. To my surpise known as cantaloupe. Yes for 19 years I believed I liked rock melon and hated cantaloupe. I AM SOOOOO STUPID but now I love both!

But my favourite thing right now is… Blood Orange Gelato. ORGASMIC! Now I know your all like orange what the? What’s so special about orange? But this, this is like nothing you’ve ever had. If orange made love to the gelato man and made a baby. This would be the baby. The Jesus of the gelato world.  It’s the equivalent of meeting Karl Stefanovic but in my mouth. You can get the Blood Orange Gelato at Ocean grove or Queenscliffe, and with a waffle cone. 

I think maybe I should end here. Go make my second dinner, it’s about that time (1.30am).

YOUR THE BEST, RACHI xx