Back again from another get away and boy am I tired of going on holidays! So good just to stay put and start thinking about what to cook / bake on the weekends ahead. But I have been rather busy training as well as going through abit of a bigger change in life.
Yeah, death is inevitable, but hey it's life. I guess it boils down to how we recover when our love one leaves us. The one thing that really brings tear to my heart and soul is that my grandmother actually came into my dreams to wish me goodbye.
With things like this happened, there was an interesting post from Gabriel's website in which she left a really sweet and personal message on my blog (Thank you Foodbuzz for linking us up!). There was an video article about 'The French Laundry Experience with Anthony Bourdain' and she left an interesting quote after the clip and thought I'd shared it with you:
The first quote actually left me wondering into my life that sometimes I can never know what I really want to eat or what I really crave for...But the second one is such a good quote that defines the inner meaning of life.
It's true, everything does relate to food. I can't believe it nor can run away from this fact anymore.
My grandmother mentioned so many things she wanted to eat just before she died. Which brings me to another question; when in life should we actually watch what we eat? When in life do we actually stop caring and just eat whatever we want to eat as death draws near? To what point do we seek to maintain a healthy lifestyle? Does it actually belong to our subconscious minds and desires? What indicates the limits?
Perhaps we must pay attention to our instincts to read between the lines between wants and craves. Perhaps this is a journey whereby I can actually find out what I really want to do in life. And one of them of course, is the burning desire to explore as much as I can and when I can not just with food but everything else.
And now I have no idea why I'm writing all this giberish stuff up and do apologise if I have bored you out of your wits with part of my cycnism, I guess I am just typing for the sake of typing. *she's has now gone to figure out what to make in the weekend ahead*