Eat your Feelings

Mouthgasms.

I saw the recipe but where was it? I searched my yellow notes, my cookbook pile, my magazine pile, my own personal handwritten notes - no onion jam recipe to be found.

Where TF did I see it?

“You just need a yellow onion - they deliver the sweetness - good balsamic vinegar - yadda yadda.”

ADHD brains turn off when they are bored. Recognizing this I snapped back into it.

“Can you please repeat that, I need to write it down.”

He continued on in his absolutely precise manner (the Four Agreements is this mans bible) on how to make onion jam.

This kid grew up being babysat by his grandparents where gramma relentlessly subjected her young grandson to Julia Child. He’s a walking French Cooking Encyclopedia.

I will never need to go to culinary school I just need to ask my roommate how it’s done, and usually the required ingredient to anything that tastes better than from a can is the use of patience, of which I do not have.

Having also cooked for up to 100 kids by campfire at the age of 13 this man keeps his cool in the kitchen. Getchaself an Eagle Scout. They’re tasty.

This dude is also my best friend, my partner in crime, my spouse, my husband.

After watching him nearly die on three separate occasions - every time out of town on vacation. Everytime having not known WTF caused the allergic reaction this time. The third time I was in an unfamiliar hotel room with an unfamiliar coffee machine to navigate - the only thing that would save his lungs from seizing up - straight black coffee yadda yadda I felt helpless. I was scared and tired of almost watching my best friend head six feet under.

As his birthday approaches I take the phrase, “If I wasn’t getting older I’d be dead” to heart. Did I save him with all of this anti-inflammatory eating? Perhaps. In all seriousness, I think who I ended up saving was myself.

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