“One of my goals this week,” Jason said to me a few days ago, “is to drink a lot of eggnog.”
There’s something to be said for the attainable resolution. I know that it’s traditional to set yourself high bars this week that you will spend the next twelve months attempting to clear, but I’ve always thought New Year’s resolutions are a little silly. Not that you shouldn’t be constantly striving to be the best version of yourself you should be, but did anyone ever move mountains (or lose ten pounds, even) because of a drunken whim that passed fleetingly through her consciousness on New Year’s Eve?
That’s why my own resolutions tend toward the vague (Be more gracious!) or the pleasant. It’s far easier to count them as successful that way. This year, I will bake more bread. I will finally eat the world’s spiciest pepper before the pepper experts change their minds again about which one that is. I will pickle things. I will stop forgetting Jason’s requests to avoid cleaning his cast iron pots with soap. I will remember to make more pesto before the basil plants freeze. I will compliment people more heartily on their cooking.
Tell us your own food resolutions in the comments section. But seriously, dieting is kind of a snooze; consider following Jason’s lead.
He’s been doing a magnificent job of fulfilling that eggnog resolution, by the way.
