It's been 3 years and 8 months since I ate my last chocolate-covered custard-filled bismarck.
It was that long ago when I committed to eating foods that would not inflame symptoms of my auto-immune disease and began my journey with food as medicine. It was that long, long ago that I last tasted the melody of flavors that is my all-time favorite dessert - a chocolate-covered custard-filled bismarck. I'm fine, really. I just try not to be in the same room when someone else eats one. And, I remind myself how miserable I feel when I ingest eggs, or dairy, or gluten.
I also console myself with wise words from my sister who congratulated me on doing such a phenomenal job of eating with a sense of adventure, discovery, and inhibition when I hadn't been focusing on food as nourishment. A kind sister, praising my former habit of eating with abandon. I also reflect on perspective from my husband who posits that perhaps nostalgia may have colored my memory of bismarcks and my mind only imagines that they tasted sublime because their delicious bounty is no longer on the menu.
Either way, I decided to attempt to capture the memory I do have of what the experience of eating a chocolate-covered custard-filled bismarck had been for me. It was almost like I was biting in to one....almost.
Creative enthusiast, gregarious naturalist, opinionated activist, RYT 200. Amy Kay Czechowicz is completing a poetry challenge for 2018 by posting an original poem daily to this blog!