They can knock the wind right out of your sails, hey? One minute you’re pottering along, calm and steady, going about all the things you go about, day in, day out, and the next minute? Your mind is a riot of swirling yearnings all focused on a single image, and you can’t let go.
I’m not just talking about food, either, because heaven knows there’s more to life than planning your next meal (look, I’ve been there. Food is great. But if your life is truly revolving around food and you’re not a chef, I highly recommend stepping away from the kitchen and finding something more exhilarating to fill up your soul).
Sometimes I crave cartwheels. My floor at work is a really large rectangle and ‘most every time I’m walking by myself to the elevator or a meeting, I have to clench my left hand to stop from cartwheeling down the near-endless expanse of corridor.
Sometimes I crave singing. I have no shame in this regard, so if you’re walking down the street in Toronto and you hear someone trilling Up To The Mountain or When Will My Life Begin or Lady Madonna, come say hi! I’ll be happy to meet you.
Sometimes I crave people, a person, a someone. That certain smile, your particularly enveloping hug, his spark of wicked humour, her look of understanding.
Of course, sometimes I do crave a particular taste, and today’s recipe is just that. Cornbread. I have been dreaming of cornbread on and off for weeks, which is mildly strange as it’s not something I grew up eating.
I’m hoping to make a traditional yellow cornbread soon, but today’s raspberry and blue cornmeal muffins are a heartier snack version of that rich treat. With a rustic coarse crumb, tangy bursts of raspberries and a light sweetness, these blue cornbread muffins have delighted me as a hearty sweet-savoury work snack (even better, they’re adapted from my much-missed/craved-for soulsister Amber’s blog).
In fact, I think I’ll have one now. Right after a spot of cartwheeling, that is.