Delicious or Dangerous? Dough is Food for Thought

The word is DOUGH. What first comes to mind – the bread you eat or what results in a receipt? Cash or crumbles?

I care less about cash and careen more toward the cuisine. Yet, food has always been my frenemy. It’s always been something I’ve loved and longed for, but its lasting effects have invariably left me in a lurch throughout my lifetime.

I attribute my great temptation of the taste buds as far back as toddler times with my Grandma Anna’s incredible cookery. I guess you could say I was spoiled with the spoils of savory sweets and delectable dishes she would conjure up for my convivial consumption. One of my very favorites was her pleasingly palatable chocolate cream pie. Before the filling was even set, I would lick the bowl clean, then dive in into one of my greatest desires. Here is where the word “spoiled” comes into play. Grandma noticed I would scrape away every drop of chocolate deliciousness and leave behind her homemade flaky crust. Enter crustless pie – just a pile of scrumptious pudding she would muster up just for me. But her bewitching batch of bakery magic didn’t stop there. Her homemade  biscuits couldn’t be beat and her famous fried chicken … well, I have no words. So I had better stop before my brain feigns food overload.

Yes, grub has been the hub of my life, literally. Through the good and the bad, and love it or leave it, the focus has always been on food. I used to label foods as legal and illegal. I was my own perpetual food police. No wonder I developed a skewed view on eats and edibles. I would say nay to the nibbles, then desperately dash to my friend, the frig. Who’s with me so far? (More to come on this contemptuous topic next week!)

So DOUGH – not a deer, but a dear friend. A constant comrade and companion, yet a fond and favored foe. Face it, food fosters the BIG dough when it comes to fine dining (or even McDonald’s these days!) We contribute our hard earned cash and cave in to our cravings every single day. From the critical need for morning coffee at Starbucks to noshing at noon at Noble Romans, then on to dinner at Denny’s and finally, dessert at Dairy Queen – we are a fervidly food-obsessed society. So stay tuned when next week we delve into the development of the diet industry’s profits, promises, and pitfalls. See you soon and stay tuned! 

Branna (McCarty) Shores believes that “HOME is where your story begins.” A Noblesville native and proud graduate of NHS and Purdue University, she is a professional speaker, advocate for mental health and work / family balance and retired social worker. Branna is the mother of two grown daughters, six precious grandchildren and wife of one brave husband! Her passions include singing, writing and sharing the lighter side of life through lessons learned, both personally and professionally. She can be contacted at branna18@gmail.com