As I mentioned before, I love food. Cheese, cream, butter…okay, anything dairy, is a weakness of mine. Growing up on the farm, we always had a cow. It was my job to milk her every morning. From her wonderful milk we would skim off the cream and make butter and ice cream. We poured the richness into our coffee or directly on our cereal in the morning.
Cooking demanded butter and the the more butter, the better. My mom’s recipe for a quart of corn cut off the cob from our garden? Cook in a sauce pan, add a stick of butter and a cup of sugar. Salt and pepper to taste. Enjoy.
If you think about it, we use cheese, cream and butter in or on nearly everything. We spread butter on bread in the morning and layer cheese on our sandwich during the day. We crumble cheese on our salads at night. We use it for an appetizer, a dessert and during our main course. Pasta is nothing unless it is doused with Parmesan. Onion soup is capped with Mozzarella. What good is a 3-cheese omelet without…well, you get the idea.
But after 30 days of being dairy-free, a several things have started to happen:
* I’ve never wanted a slice of Gouda more in my life.
* I feel better and have more energy.
* I’ve lost 10 lbs.
But here’s the deal; each day, when I reached into the refrigerator for that bag of shredded cheddar, I stopped, looked at the golden goodness with longing, and then put it back into the cheese drawer for some other lucky soul to enjoy later. Why? Because my appetite had become too big, out of control, over-powering. I allowed my desire for food, especially dairy, to control me rather than me controlling my own desires.
For you that item in the refrigerator that calls your name might be a cheese cake or a bottle of wine. It could be fast food on the way home at night. It might be the bag of chips in your pantry. For me it was cheese and butter.
Sure, it still calls my name…but it’s voice is very quiet now. For supper on June 30th, I enjoyed slice of aged Asagio and a little buttery brie on a baguette. And that was good enough. I haven’t had a nibble since. After 30 days, I control the food. It doesn’t control me.