I don’t know whether it is a universal truth, but I tend to think food made by other people–and I am not talking about restaurants, though it is sometimes the case, but also sometimes not–tastes better than food you make yourself.
Today’s Perfect Moment is a case in point. Someone offered to bring me lunch today. Actually, they offered to bring me lunch on Tuesday, but Wednesday seemed like a better day. After a few polite refusals (maybe I just made them in my head. I am not really sure) I gladly accepted.
What I got were a nice assortment of stuffed peppers and stuffed eggplant. I should also remark that this is not something I would have ever made for myself, and would never have taken for lunch. However, I can confirm what most of you already suspect, it was delicious.
I remember going for dinner at a friend’s house. He wasn’t particularly fond of his wife’s cooking and his biggest complaint was that she “didn’t put any love into the food.” As only seems fair after a comment like that, this often led to him cooking and most people who ate it commented that he didn’t put a lot of skill into his cooking.
Take that however you want, but my lunch tasted good. It also ended with a wonderful dessert of one sliver of a kitkat–eaten the proper way. My lunch companion, and preparer of the meal, perhaps in an attempt to push my buttons, ate the last two sticks of a kitkat by biting into both sticks at once–I know, completely the wrong way.
After reading this post, I don’t want you to think that I am a terrible cook. I am no Iron Chef, but I can make a few edible things. When it comes to lunch at work, I prefer my low carb option of salad with chicken, or my high carb option of a delicious and lovingly made sandwich.
I may have to do some rethinking.