That’s me. Always a little late to the party. The last to know. The last to “get it.”
Friends have been telling me, for quite some time now, to turn off and tune out the news. Especially the politically charged cable channels. I’ve been slow to accept their advice but I listened up recently and have been watching the Food Channel as an option.
If you know me, you know that neither food nor its preparation holds any interest for me. But the Food Channel has some redeeming qualities in spite of its focus.
It’s the only channel where nothing ever “breaks” except eggs. Where the only up-risings are yeasty, aromatic loaves of bread.
The food pundits don’t yell at each other, even when there’s a hotly contested issue on the table. Like mustard for example. Should we use French, American, or German? Yellow, spicy or grainy? The experts hash it out, civilly, using only a spoon and a healthy dollop of compromise.
They know how stay calm, even when threatened with the imminent collapse of a towering souffle.
They also seem to know when to put something on the back burner, let it simmer for a bit, stirring it gently to make sure it doesn’t boil over and make a hot mess.
I think I’ll hang with them for a while. It’s going to be better for my health, I’m pretty sure. This is not going to be easy. Old habits die hard but better late than never.
Or so I’m told.