Taming of the Food Satan: Blogging Around with Rommy Week 21


Bounty equals bane
when it weakens strong resolve.
Love adjusts its course.

This poem is linked up to Imaginary Gardens with Real Toads' Tuesday Platform.



Liner Notes For This Groove: While I can’t say I’m in bad physical shape, I’ve been trying hard to get better. I’m becoming a champ at sportsball (scored the winning goal last week). I’m also stronger enough in general that I noticed I’m a lot smoother getting up and down from full seiza position in a kimono. But as everyone knows, no health regimen is complete without taking food into consideration.

That’s where things get tricky. My dear, sweet, loving husband has a dark side. Our friends have given him a nickname to describe it—Food Satan. This man knows what tempts you. He can find a gourmet shop in the wilderness (no really, once on a vacation in Maine, in a cabin on an island where you can go days without seeing anyone who isn’t in the cabin with you, he found a store specializing in fancy food and brought a ton of it back with him). People like putting him in charge of bringing food because not only can he find the tastiest prepared treats, he’s also a pretty amazing cook.

My husband is also one of those people who shows love through food. And if you haven’t guessed by reading some of my poetry, we still really dig each other. So for much of my marriage I’ve been showered in impromptu treats of fancy chocolates, beautifully prepared steaks, assorted rich desserts, and matcha lattes. There have been times, when like Jane Austen I'd declare, “But indeed I would rather have nothing but tea.” And he'd return with teaand a caramel-chocolate-nut-carbohydrate bomb that equals half the caloric requirement a woman my size needs for the day.
 
I know this was a goofy meme, but I'd seriously hang this up as a print in my house.

Changes needed to be made.

It is still a work in progress. I’ve had to remind him occasionally that while I love his thoughtfulness, maybe when it comes to food it’s best not to “surprise” me. But this last Sunday when he went out in search for a cup of coffee from one of his favorite shops he asked me if I wanted a latte first. I told him I had already planned to whip up a lower calorie, homemade version with one of my favorite teas as a treat. And all he brought home that day for me was a kiss.

But he the next day he came home with a ton of turkey bacon and lamb steaks. Yeah, baby steps…baby steps.


18 comments:

  1. Great post, LOL! And I LOVE your House Driks sigil and motto!

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    1. Seriously, I need to have this hanging in my kitchen.

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  2. I'm craving that caramel-chocolate-nut-carbohydrate bomb and I don't even know what it is!

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    1. There are two specific sweets that fit the bill. One is a cocoa carmelita, which you can get at the local empanada shop. The other is called a Bethlehem Bar, and you can get those at one of the supermarkets near me. They are heavenly. They are also my kryptonite. :D

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  3. Bwahahaha!💞 I love your House Driks sigil and motto! You have me craving for a caramel latte right now. But since it's already past 10 at night I'd have to settle for one tomorrow!💞

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    1. I try to limit my outside the house latte consumption to once a month at most. I've figured out how to make decent ones at home with no-sugar added vanilla almond milk and stevia or monkfruit sweetener. It's quite good actually. :D

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  4. Ha... there is nothing better than temptation... but I guess that a broccoli treat would not be the same.

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    1. Broccoli doesn't agree with my tummy very much, though the husband has mastered preparing some seriously scrumptious roasted veggies.

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  5. For once I have no suggestions. You are lucky that he cares for you this way, only perhaps a bit too lucky. We have ice cream every night before bed. Does that count? Most time is "Lite" but then we seem to eat a smidgen more.
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    1. I am very lucky in a lot of ways, LOL. He's a great guy.

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  6. Hahahaha....I feel your pain sistah! hubby is a "feeder" too, couldn't keep my weight up without him. I only aid the other day "have you noticed that the more weight you loose the more I gain?" Gotta love em XXX

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    1. LOL, and I do love my goofball. Thank goodness I like to keep active though!

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  7. Does your hubby have a brother??? LOL!

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    1. LOL, He has plenty of sisters but no brothers. He's the baby of the family.

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  8. Your title and goofy meme made me chuckle. Well, I think one can't tame nor blame the Food Satan; it's a loving gift. So, it's up to the receiver to pick their dose of poison carefully...lol!

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    1. Indeed! LOL, I do let a few goodies slide every now and then. Hey, I'm not a saint!

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  9. So much truth in the contrast between the first and second lines of your poem. And about the third line, well... what can I say? Yes!

    I hope you know that I will forever picture your hubby singing that song in my head. This post made my day.

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