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Tell us a few new goals you hope to achieve in as a food blogger. I just take things one day at a time, the rest always seems to work itself out. MM: I have a terrible memory, but some of my fondest and only childhood memories are of food, whether pulling up daikon in my great grandmothers garden, or frosting my own birthday cake as a kid.
I suppose if I were the type to get a tattoo, it would have to be of something I really love, so for me it would definitely be something culinary.
It makes it easier to come up with novel dishes, as well as new ways to prepare old favorites. Some recipes spontaneously materialize upon some kind of inspiration.
Thanks for this article — it had a few things in there that would never have occurred to me otherwise. Literary composition to this little woman-of-letters was certainly no "primrose path. Then he moved to New York to dance in Off Broadway shows. Thank you so much, Maria! Delivery and Returns. But mark my words if something of it don't hap out like what the book says.
Others are an iterative process that takes a few times to get right. Perhaps my most notorious recipe took about a decade to get right. For a while I made salads, or soup I could heat up in the microwave; sometimes now I forget even to do that.
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The only way I know whether I have eaten is if I see my clean bowl and spoon on the drying rack next to the sink. If not, the next day, I might open the microwave and find it there, dry and congealed, sticking to the transparent plate.
My kitchen is a wasteland. Where once it was covered in fresh ingredients and herbs, pots and pans, now the worktops are littered with paperwork and printouts. For a while I even forgot I had any food in my cupboards; dementia does strange things to your eyes as well as your brain, and a cupboard door can quite easily disappear into a wall. Now I have photographs of the inside of my cupboards printed off and stuck on the doors to remind myself there is food inside, although the choice and variety of options is limited.
When I moved into my new house, I often got lost inside the kitchen if the doors to the hall or living room were closed — I had no idea what was on the other side of them and that would send me into a panic.
So in the end, I got a screwdriver and took the doors off so I could always see through to different rooms either side. But his are the only freshly prepared meals I have. My tastebuds are another thing that have been affected. Where once I would love the luxury of an afternoon tea somewhere fancy, now it is wasted on me.
My craving for sweet food has gone, in fact everything tastes doubly sweet, which is so off-putting.
Though I have heard that for some people, dementia makes them crave sweet over savoury. Food for me now is a practicality, and that is a sadness. A menu instantly creates anxiety — too many words, too many options, too many decisions. In restaurants, I choose the first thing I recognise that will be easy to eat.
Never meat, as that requires the right coordination to cut into small, manageable pieces, and that left me a long time ago.
The simple task of cutting up food requires serious concentration.