No Apologies

I am a collector. A collector of things that result in creations that feed me in so many ways. Pinterest has become a daily repository for recipes. I like to think that my grandfather, a gifted chef passed on these genes, this passion for food. In turn one of my sons is also a chef and creates culinary masterpieces, that once I partake, I think about it for months. The flavors. The textures. The presentation. Doesn't everybody?

Is it ok that I am a foodie? Is it ok that I think about crafting dishes throughout the day and I preplan meals in my head days in advance. 

"You think about food all the time!" my husband pointed out in what I took as an accusatory tone. In my head I am thinking, SO? 

Since that day I have come across surprising evidence, at least to me, that some people hold gray matter between their ears that does not function as a food think tank. Has my preoccupation with food contributed to my struggles with weight? Is what I hold dear a combination of environment and genetics? Is this a big deal or not?

At this present moment it is not. I review recipes mostly for health and the expectation of pleasuring myself and others. Some collect art. I collect recipes and display and share my creations with others. I define myself as an artist and a cook. I think about food and I am not about to apogize for anything! At least not right now.