As I previously mentioned, my father was an opera conductor. I’ll never forget one of the after-party’s following the closing of a production of Madame Butterfly. There must have been 200 people crammed in our house. Everyone was still dressed in either evening attire, tuxedoes or black evening gowns, and as always, there were literally tables of food scattered everywhere, an open bar in the living room and a table with a large bowl, filled with spiked punch, various cheeses, meats and assorted appetizers. Naturally, my father and mother prepared the main course, which was usually lasagna or manicotti’s. In short, the place was filled with stuffed food and stuffed people!
My younger brother was a bit of a prankster, and was never very enthused with the yuppity party’s that my parents threw. So, you can well imagine that mischief was always lurking around the corner. On this particular night, he was bored as usual and my father was in a jovial mood. The truth be known, one of my parents musician friends had definitely been dipping into the spiked punch one too many times. Actually, he was probably hitting the open bar, and using the spiked punch as a chaser for the food. In short, he was plowed. So, my brother decided to practice his pitch (he was a left-handed baseball pitcher) using strawberries as the ball and the back of this guys bald head as the target. Fire 1, fire 2, fire 3…he never knew what hit him. It got worse. Instead of my father scolding my brother, he was laughing and saying…”What in the heck are you doing? He looks like a strawberry shortcake!” So, my brother proceeded to go to the refrigerator, pull-out a can of whipped cream, and he walked over to this guy, hugged him and while they were having a chat, he sprayed the whip cream in his tuxedo pocket without this guy ever even knowing. 🙂 About five minutes later, the man put his hands in his pockets and yelled out, “Good God! What is this?” I won’t begin to tell you how much my father, brother, sister and I laughed over this. Since the man was so intoxicated, he never did put the pieces together, and we all had a good laugh looking at this human strawberry shortcake.
Back to the FOOD:
So, while this was a special event, once again, I was eating foods that were high in fat, carb-driven, loaded with dairy, and undoubtedly not gluten-free or sugar-free. Since I didn’t normally gravitate toward the dessert table, I was under the impression that I was eating healthy. I couldn’t have been more mislead.
Once again, I am more convinced than ever that my lifestyle growing up helped pave the way for some of the health issues that I’ve been dealing with off an on for the last 20 years. It’s been a long road. I’ve not always wanted to surrender what’s been familiar to me, but after changing my ways and eating organic, vegan, vegetarian and gluten-free, I’m feeling so much better. It’s no wonder that I’m rethinking Italian!