I’m one of those girls that dresses fairly well and current but hates going clothes shopping. Any invite from my fashionable girlfriends is met with NO I hate it. I usually regret the loss of money spent on my clothes and get annoyed at the amount of room they take up. And yes they take up a lot of room. One look at my bedroom and you would never believe this post. I have shoes lined along the floor, dresses hanging from the walls and two closets full of “stuff” eek what a waste. I’d much rather these closets by full of fairy tales and adventures. This objection to shopping is not equal for all things though you see. Invite me to a fresh food market, spice bizarre, winery or boutique bookshop and I’ll be happily lost for hours and spend all the money in my banana shaped purse.
Nothing brings me greater pleasure then sitting down with a beautiful loose leaf tea and reading a book. Or musing over my latest read with a glass of wine some cheese and a friend. Both of which I would happily do naked.
I feel more nourished and fulfilled from books and beautiful foods. A trip to the markets leaves me elated and excited. I can never wait to get home and pour over some cook books. I love fresh food and being a vegetarian means my fridge and cupboards are full of fresh fruit and vegetables. Nuts and good chocolate are a must and if there are no lemons in the house I go into a panic. A dollar parted with for delectable food is a dollar well spent.
The same is said for books. Being that I move every year and love to travel an eReader is most practical, but I need both. The tangibility and smell of real books still wins over the chicness and convenience of a Kindle. So I take it in turns, reading one novel on the eReader then a real book. Each nourishing me more than any sale at Sass and Bide could.
I get that clothes can be beautiful and yes practical but I could never love them for as long or as much as I love stories. Clothes you buy, love for a month or so then donate to a charity or friend. I would never abandon a book like this (well not a good book). The stories stay with me for life. The experiences of the characters become my stories. I go around in a daze for days, expecting to see gypsies flying carpets, and magic among the streets. Listening for exotic languages, cries of murder and looking for detectives carrying snuff boxes. Sometimes coming back to reality after being immersed in a fantastic world can be hard. But that’s the amazing thing about books; you can visit them any time. Be transformed into a lover, a man, a mother, a soldier, a pirate, a drug addict after just a few lines. Visit any time period and country. Feel sorrow and joy.
The memories and experiences from books can also be aroused by food. Eating baklava brings back my memories of the hot streets of Istanbul, a beautiful Sangiovese makes me think of my time spent in beautiful Florence and watermelon reminds me of my lovely childhood. The smells, sights and tastes of food bring back cherished memories and create new ones. Signature dishes and flavours become part of our personality, how delicious.
Eating and drinking brings people together, it’s social and enjoyable. Hunting for new hidden gems in the city you love or trying to attack a dish you have never cooked before are pleasures that should be indulged in daily. It nourishes the body and soul. The colours, smells, tastes, cities, worlds and characters of my vices treat me well. I will never part with the loves like I would an old coat.
I could write thousands of words about my love of food and books but I’d rather get back to One Hundred Years of Solitude and my punnet of blueberries. So for now, all I shall say is I will always take books and berries over boots.