Food for thought

A couple of weeks ago, I set myself the goal of posting something here at least once a week. I would have been eating my words had I not remembered in the nick of time.

Todays Prompt from the Daily Post asks “How far would you travel for the best meal of your life?”

Every meal is ‘the best meal of my life’ – though there’s nothing like a mother’s home-cooking and I’d go to the moon and back for my mum to be well enough to cook a family Sunday dinner again. Mmm – that sounds selfish and lazy – I would of course help and wash up after! I’d go to the moon and back however many times it’d take to make my Mum well again even without her cooking!

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On a rainy, windy day like today (and generally for circumstances otherwise), the furthest I’m currently travelling for a meal is between the fridge-freezer and the microwave.

I don’t live to eat and I just about manage to eat to live. Although I really should work on improving my diet and making sure I get my five-a-day.

I’ll have to remember that to eat to live, food is fuel – and steer away from the plastic wrapped convenience fillers and go for more of this:

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I feel so much better for more raw food in my diet – so it doesn’t necessarily mean more cooking 😉

[images from pixabay.com]

Food for thought