You've all heard that a million times over, that you are only as old as you feel and age is just a number.
Tomorrow, I'm going to be 37. How old do I really feel? 17. How old do I look? Today I would say closer to 57. Normally I have ladies in my mother's church group, friends online, etc who are always putting me a bunch younger always telling they have a son my age, who has always turned out to be way under the 24 year mark.
I am not going to lie, I love the fact people think I'm closer to 20 then 40. Live it while you can right.
Right, so tomorrow, the big 3-7. Daunting number if you ask me. It's one of those in between numbers that doesn't get any real hoopla, just a passing by number. Like a drive by birthday.
I'm still sick with this cold. My eyes were swollen shut this morning and my nose looks like something of a science project. Needless to say, I won't be doing anything this year for my birthday.
However, I do know what I'm getting from mom. A set of knives. I'm giddy at the idea. Kitchen gifts have started to really set in me the same sort of warm fuzzy that just a few years back a new vampire poster used to do. Damn it Janet! I think I'm growing up... I'll have to do something about that.
Some of you might know that I've, in the last two months, because of a slight desire to remove the negative thoughts/actions and drama from my life as much as I can, that I have been doing my year long blog project. It's where I've been yammering on about nearly nothing, food, the odd movie, and for the last two months, where I've been posting the Wishcasting Wednesdays that Jamie Ridler Studios hosts every week.
I decided to do that for a few reasons, one of which is all tangled up with the movie/book Julie/Julia. You've all read the book, seen the movie and read the original blog by Julie Powell by now so no need for me to explain.
I am going to say this though, it's got me thinking. Which I seem to be doing alot of the last while. Non-stop thinking really. Between that and my birthday and the last few books I've just read for review, I've got it in my head that I want to do a project on the same lines that Julie Powell did. Pick a cookbook and work my way through it.
So what's the issue you're thinking?
She's done it. Julie Powell has done this already. It's not news, not ground breaking anymore. Not too mention, how many hundreds of others have decided in the last decade to copy her idea? Too many.
Okay, so not a ground breaking trendsetting thing. But something I want to do none the less.
Not much fun trying to do this as a vegetarian. Would be nearly impossible. Which sort of means one thing. I am more then likely going to have to give up being a vegetarian. Which is sort of scary in itself. I mean, man, I've been vegetarian now for a decade. That's a long time. When I have something out at restaurants that have gelatin in it or if a soup ends up having chicken/beef broth in the mix somewhere, I'm sick half the day because my body reacts like having food poisoning. Just being near a place where the smell of meat is cooking makes my stomach flip.
So, the idea, find a cookbook and work my way through it. Not the same one Julie Powell used; Mastering the Art of French Cooking vol 1 by Julia Child. Hopefully a vegetarian one. Though, I have yet to see a vegetarian cookbook that is more then 95 pages. There is only so much you can do with eggplant and beans.
I've tried taking traditional Newfoundland foods, and turning them into vegetarian versions, and let me tell you, not a very bright idea at all. So not a bright idea.
First things first. I need to get rid of this nasty cold that just does not seem to want to go away. Then, I need to find the right cookbook. Hopefully, one will jump out and bite me when I go to the book store next. And with the price of cookbooks, it has to be perfect. Finding the perfect cookbook is on par with finding the perfect dress.