I have a confession to make and no, I promise it does not fall in the TMI camp. I’m a hoarder. Come to my 642 sq. foot condo and you’ll find that my walk in closet is full of the boxes to all my kitchen gadgets ::just in case:: they should fail and I should have to return them. My TV stand holds my collection of dog eared and spilled upon cooking magazines because I just cannot bring myself to throw them away. My craft drawer holds little bits of fabric leftover from past projects because you never know what they might make. And that’s only the stuff of little to no value. I’m worse when it comes to things that generally carry meaning or cost money: the shoes I wear only a couple of times for fear I’ll mark them or as it applies to my foodie side, fine bottles of wine that are better than my palate that I’ve impulsively picked up at wine tastings and on vacations. Lately though I’ve been changing my relationship to the latter. It used to be I squirreled my good wine away for a good dinner party or a special occasion only to find that those events were slow in coming or when they did come others didn’t appreciate a favorite bottle as much as I do. Because of that I’ve been making a habit of opening a nice bottle every now and again and slowly savoring a glass over dinner or while tucking into some good food writing. There is something that feels slightly taboo about the idea of drinking alone and yet I find myself enjoying it because I can truly relax and pay more attention to the flavors than I could with company. Yet still in the back of my mind there is a twinge of guilt that I am drinking such a nice bottle of wine on a perfectly unremarkable day. And then there is part of me that thinks that that is the best type of day to enjoy a fantastic glass of wine.
What about you? Is there anything extra special or even a tad bit luxurious that you save just for yourself even though your brain says perhaps you should save it for a special occasion?