It’s not like finding something to eat has ever been a problem before. However, I’m finding it out now, more than ever since starting the Detox of ’09 that it’s just far too easy just to reach for a bag of pasta or a potato when setting in on the evening rush to the dinner table.
In the nights leading up to do the detox, I was seriously up at night, drawing blanks on what to make for dinner – and for me, yes me, this is hard. I’m a risotto and hash type of girl. I can whip it up with the best of them and there I laid, completely in the dark about what to make for a simple meal.
My late night insomnia helped a bit, I suppose. Readied with pen in hand, I still came up empty so I ventured into the kitchen. Since wheat’s off the menu, I couldn’t start a bread dough for breakfast or some other crazy idea for dinner, so I cleaned instead.
This cleansing business might actually be very good.
As I tossed out old macaroni and cheese and cleaned the last of the gingerbread from the cookie jar, I felt compelled to get shopping. Sure my cupboards were bare, but inspiration began on what to fill them with again.
Having a list of restrictions leaves one thinking *constantly* on what is left. With that, I left for the grocery store and a blank canvas, or so to speak. Passing the items I wasn’t allowed, I was determined to fill my basket with what was. In some cases that included staples but most often I found myself reaching for some items I have probably walked by time and time again.
Have I really become so predictable?
Suddenly what I’d been dreading became a muse for creativity. Restrictions were guideposts reminding me why I enjoyed cooking in the first place. In an instant, these new combinations and curiosities were replacing the not knowing what to cook moments in the past, which now seemed purely out of boredom.
Even now, in the dead of winter, food is exciting again.