You Are What You Eat

This week’s column is a longer rendition of my last post (with some changes)–so if you read it–skip on to half way through–

I am feeling a bit uneasy and cannibalistic discussing this but did you know that how you eat gingerbread boy tells a lot about you? There are so many ways we can self-analyze ourselves, but I found this one particularly entertaining and seasonally on target. How often do we get to analyze our holiday selves?

Apparently if you eat the head of your gingerbread boy first, says Dr. Alan Hirsch, you are a natural born leader. I always eat the head first. For some reason it just makes sense to me. As for the natural born leader stuff, well, maybe—because I am not a very good follower. Just ask any man with whom I have ever slow danced.

Dr. Hirsch is the neurological director of the Smell and Taste Treatment and Research Foundation. One would think he had better things to do than analyze how we eat our gingerbread—but apparently not. Personally I think he may have just made up this seasonal anecdote, but I am a bit sceptical by nature (except of course when it comes to Santa Claus whom I wholeheartedly believe in, but that is another column). If his analysis is true, then I wish that I ate the left arm of my gingerbread boy/girl first because that would mean that I am creative. So I may just start rethinking the way I eat my gingerbread.

I am going to stay away from the right arm altogether. Eating it first according to the good doctor means you are pessimistic. I do not need any more pessimism in my life, so if you see a trail of gingerbread right arms anywhere, you will know I have been there, and rejected the right arms for fear that their pessimism will rub off on me. Eating the legs is a whole different ball game though. If you prefer to start at the extremities, it means you are sensitive. I do not start with the legs, but my husband often says I have “delicate sensibilities” which translated means of course that I am a pain in the neck, so it is somewhat surprising that I do not eat the legs first given my propensities.

The article from which I gleaned these fascinating facts was written by an unknown editor in the December Food Network magazine. It was accompanied by a picture of a gingerbread boy with his mouth likened to the famous “Scream” painting, and there was a bite out of his head. A little unsettling to say the least—maybe I will forego eating any gingerbread boys this season.

Now, I am sure we could extend this type of self-analyzation a bit further. What does it mean if you love Christmas fruitcake? If you listen to all the negative chatter about the luscious cakes you might be tempted to buy into the negativity about them. But not me. I love fruitcake and though I am not sure what that may mean, I think that it can only be good. Perhaps I am a non-conformist. Perhaps I am nostalgic—because my mom always made fruitcake at Christmas. Or, and this could quite possibly the case—I am a bit of a fruitcake myself.

I have many favourite Christmas foods that could be dissected successfully for personality traits. Take turkey stuffing: ostensibly (yes, I used the thesaurus to find this word—having used apparently already a couple of times) you are a risk-taker if you stuff your turkey as (some) experts advise you to cook the stuffing outside the turkey in a casserole to avoid any chance of food poisoning. A culinary note for you: once stuffing is cooked outside the turkey, it is no longer stuffing, but dressing—this is an important distinction among foodies.

My favourite holiday cookie is one that even I dare to make—it is so good that the trouble of actually making it from scratch is worth it. It is the raspberry thumbprint cookie. It too can be analyzed—and I am afraid that the jury would name me as a glutton as I have been known to shove the whole cookie in my mouth at once (I tend to make them on the smaller size so this can be done without danger of choking). Slovenly though my method may be, it is gastronomical nirvana.

I am not sure that how I eat my food really is a window into my soul, but I do know that I enjoy all the Christmas delights the holiday has to offer, and whether that makes me a leader or slovenly is up for debate.

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  1. Wait – there’s another way to eat a raspberry thumb print cookie?

    • that’s my girl–seriously were we separated at birth (one year apart?)

      • Laughing – I’m going with that thought – separated at birth!!

  2. Funny blog! I’m a die-hard pessimist. But I would eat the head first. Poor little gingerbread man.

  3. Ewww, I don’t like Christmas fruitcake – sorry my friend :). For me the Christmas cookie of choice is whipped shortbread. Once you have whipped, you can never go back to traditional shortbread!

    • sounds wonderful–how do you make whipped shortbread?

      • I have to leave for work now, but message me your email address on Facebook, and I’ll send you the recipe from work. They are my absolute favourite cookie at Christmas :).

      • will do

  4. I wonder what it means if you look at the little gingerbread man.. and you just don’t want to eat him because somehow it just seems like such a decision.. I never knew where to start with a chocolate Easter bunny either.. but I guess eventually it would be the bottom…never wanted to decapitate it… ha! Diane

    • just like I eat the had of the gingerbread boy–I always ate the ears of my chocolate bunny first–what does that say about me, I wonder

      what your choice says about you is that you are kind

  5. Ha Ha. I eat the legs first and save the head for last. As for other foods (cookies included) I have OCD tendencies and have to eat a specified way or I cannot enjoy my meal or treat.

    I hope you have a lovely Christmas, LouAnn and enjoy all the cookies you want. 😉

    • that makes sense as you are one of the most creative people I know

      if I had all the Christmas cookies I wanted I would be waddling around

  6. I had to think about it as I’m not much of a gingerbread man cookie eater. I think I’m with you and I’d eat the head first! Interesting post! I learned a lot! ♥

  7. You know, I don’t think I’ve had a proper gingerbread boy before. Or maybe I did but in my memory, the gingerbread tasted awful so I chucked it away. But I have had regular cookies that were in the shape of a boy and I also always ate the head first. How else would you eat it? Speaking of which, I was also confused when you mentioned the raspberry thumbprint cookie. Wouldn’t splitting it in more than one bite just mean more of a mess? If that makes us gluttons then so be it. 🙂

    • I like the way you think and after putting the whole cookie in your mouth you have to take a big gulp of very cold 1% milk

  8. Who in the world thought this up? LOL! To think…even the way we eat a gingerbread boy can mean something. It’s been so long since I ate a gingerbread fella, can’t remember what would be eaten first. What if eating the head first means we think too much? And eating the arm first means we’re shirking on our work. And eating the leg first means we need to meditate. That’s my interpretation and I’m stickin’ to it! (This was great fun. Enjoyed reading it a lot. Although maybe you couldn’t tell cuz I started making up other interpretations.) Just stopping by to wish you a Happy Holiday season, LouAnn!

    • I love your interpretations–that is exactly what the blog is all about–not only what I put into it–but what you get out of it.
      So glad you stopped by–it is always lovely to be visited by a friend Kathy!


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