@Madetoshop: Grandparents, and then parents, always brought lots and lots and lots and lots of food. It was a thing to enjoy while they were alive. I recently binge watched 'Beat Bobby Flay' and thought: wait. In the old days, there were the Dean Martin celebrity roasts. Those rich and famous did not get a weekly roast. Only a few of them got one roast per career. So why does Bobby Flay get one per episode? Anyway, some of Bobby's challengers are... interesting. The restaurant owner who said they wanted to show Bobby that their ethnic or ancestral food had been passed from generation to generation and was [therefore, it was implied] more authentic than his version of the nation's food made me giggle. Neither this challenger nor Bobby were natives of the country. Right there, on television, this challenger changed the traditional recipe! Their altered version of their own traditional food won the challenge and beat Bobby Flay. That restaurant owner showed us all that tradition might just be myth, expedience, and snark. i am not going to that challenger's restaurant, Ever. Bwahaha!
Back in my version of food world: continue to clean out/clean the refrigerator, find a block of time to make quantities of something, and remember that the next smaller size of non-stretchy jeans just fits.The road to yet another smaller size has rules. Those quantities of food are for convenience. Cook once and eat for a looooooooooooong time. Looking at something besides the kitchen = thinking about something besides food. This one tactic makes it easier to work at the night job, complete some gigs, and do the myriad other things that make life good.
Bach is not noise, Madam. (Robert, in Two's Company)