Traveling Food...
is what I'll be doing tomorrow when I drive a couple of hours to visit friend Judy. She's been trying to come visit me for months, and picked this weekend till her sister decided to go to Germany. Her sis is the traveling judge and in years' past has taken Judy on travels all over the world. The postcards and little souvenirs given to me have shown me there isn't really anywhere they haven't gone, well maybe a few places, had no idea Germany was still on the list of places to go.
Anyway, Sis is traveling, Judy can't leave the critters at the family homestead alone so a-traveling I go back to where I had a real life before dark times. I'll be visiting a young friend who manages my IRA, in a small town very near where I used to live, before I head to Judy's.
Over the past couple of weeks I've been cooking up concoctions to see if they taste good to my ever changing taste/smell ability with spectacularly disastrous results. Eww. I've noticed that the one-smell now has a new friend, this new one-smell is sweet, somewhat like cantaloupe and resides mostly in my refrigerator. I'm sure if everything I cooked smelled a little of cantaloupe I could actually eat it. But anything cooked still comes with the first awful one-smell, the only saving grace is that if there's one item in the soup I can actually taste, I choke the rest down, smell be damned. Any cooked veggie (except carrots), any herb or spice is a waste of time now.
I finally sent a text to let her know that to avoid her wasting food or trying to cook for me that I'd just bringing my own food. It's still cold food, sandwiches, macaroni salad, cottage cheese, Wheat Thins, chips, fruits like apple and seasonal stuff, and raw carrots. Relying on coffee, tomato juice, Dew and water to round it all out. Should be interesting.
What's especially maddening is knowing the cooked food is delicious ordinarily, all lost on my now destroyed senses of taste and smell. I'm going to try again though by going to my favorite Mexican restaurant to get my favorite burrito. A real Mexican restaurant does business in a small old house, where you see two women in the little kitchen cooking and preparing that burrito of refried beans (home-made heaven), rice, either cotija or anejo cheese, avocado, and sour cream. As I remember they're huge, enough for 2 lunches really. The risk of course is that I just might destroy the memory of how good they are by eating one now with awful results. It's a risk I'm willing to take because if it's as good as I remember my kitchen will begin to have an ample supply of the ingredients to eat it regularly.
I haven't mentioned the worst of this strongest first one-smell thing. Don't ask. I'll just say that one smell is One Smell and let you think about how that works out. Yes, Covid long haul sucks canal water. It's been a year since I had it. Have no idea if my senses of smell and taste will heal or this will be my new normal. New Normal - travel with food.
Anyway, Sis is traveling, Judy can't leave the critters at the family homestead alone so a-traveling I go back to where I had a real life before dark times. I'll be visiting a young friend who manages my IRA, in a small town very near where I used to live, before I head to Judy's.
Over the past couple of weeks I've been cooking up concoctions to see if they taste good to my ever changing taste/smell ability with spectacularly disastrous results. Eww. I've noticed that the one-smell now has a new friend, this new one-smell is sweet, somewhat like cantaloupe and resides mostly in my refrigerator. I'm sure if everything I cooked smelled a little of cantaloupe I could actually eat it. But anything cooked still comes with the first awful one-smell, the only saving grace is that if there's one item in the soup I can actually taste, I choke the rest down, smell be damned. Any cooked veggie (except carrots), any herb or spice is a waste of time now.
I finally sent a text to let her know that to avoid her wasting food or trying to cook for me that I'd just bringing my own food. It's still cold food, sandwiches, macaroni salad, cottage cheese, Wheat Thins, chips, fruits like apple and seasonal stuff, and raw carrots. Relying on coffee, tomato juice, Dew and water to round it all out. Should be interesting.
What's especially maddening is knowing the cooked food is delicious ordinarily, all lost on my now destroyed senses of taste and smell. I'm going to try again though by going to my favorite Mexican restaurant to get my favorite burrito. A real Mexican restaurant does business in a small old house, where you see two women in the little kitchen cooking and preparing that burrito of refried beans (home-made heaven), rice, either cotija or anejo cheese, avocado, and sour cream. As I remember they're huge, enough for 2 lunches really. The risk of course is that I just might destroy the memory of how good they are by eating one now with awful results. It's a risk I'm willing to take because if it's as good as I remember my kitchen will begin to have an ample supply of the ingredients to eat it regularly.
I haven't mentioned the worst of this strongest first one-smell thing. Don't ask. I'll just say that one smell is One Smell and let you think about how that works out. Yes, Covid long haul sucks canal water. It's been a year since I had it. Have no idea if my senses of smell and taste will heal or this will be my new normal. New Normal - travel with food.