Diaries of the food snob...

It is a well known fact, at least among my friends, and some who may not want to be known as my friends, that I am a food snob! I say this without any pride at all, I mean really who wants to be known for something of this nature, however it is true. I have to admit that I am! Let me clear the air however, to say it is not the same thing as being picky, as in picky eater...I like almost any type of food and like almost any type of food prepared in a multitude of ways, and I am always willing to try something new...however my problem is that I mainly like food, cooked in the way that I cook it! Not to say that there are not many good cooks out there whose food I love to indulge in, just to say that frequently I prefer my own version. It is rare for me to eat something and think OOOHHH! Perfection !!! Usually I eat something and think, OH! If you just did this or that, it would taste so much better! Before you all swear off of never cooking for me, or bringing me treats again, let me just say, that I do this to all of MY creations as well....I shared a recipe with a friend a couple of days ago, and she called to ask me some questions about it as she was making it. As she was telling me what she did, I kept hearing my self saying...Oh! I don't do it that way, and Oh! You shouldn't do that, and OH!! WHY didn't I tell you NOT to do that! I don't like them that way! I then had to spend the next few minutes reassuring her, that yes her cookies were going to be just fine, and yes they would taste good, and yes I freak out if mine don't turn out just so...and yes it is a finicky recipe, and yes I have a hard time duplicating it EXACTLY each time I make these cookies , but to remember that I AM the food snob and that all would be well, and that she would love the cookies....As I hung up, I was thinking well that was a disaster...way to boost her confidence and oh by the way, I am so sure she will be calling to get another recipe from me!! Why oh why can't I just leave well enough alone...Yesterday I made breadstiks for dinner...we haven't had them in ages, (except for some a week ago, that were made with love and left over from a function, were shared with us, and then sat on my counter for 5 days before heading to the recycle bin...) As I pulled the beautiful breadstiks from my oven, I had to do a fast recall of my CPR skills. My youngest son, was about to tip over from the sheer agony of waiting to sit at the table to eat! Moaning and groaning and about to expire, he finally got his turn when the plate was passed to him. One bite and OOOOOHHHHH the joy! I told him to stop acting around and just to eat his dinner. As I took the first bite of mine...I have to say my reaction was a wee bit similar to his. Perfection! It is no wonder I love my cooking...