When I was little I danced like a maniac. I ran around in a tutu and was that annoying kid in the mall twirling around the racks. In current years I’ve replaced the dancing obsession with the all-things-food-cooking-and-eating obsession. And I used to think the two were unrelated.
And then this past Friday night, I went with some girlfriends to see NYC Ballet perform George Balanchine’s The Nutcracker and FINALLY realized that yes, there is a connection:
HELLO! After battling the mice Marie and the Nutcracker Prince travel to the LAND OF SWEETS to watch Spanish Hot Chocolate and Candy Canes and Mother Ginger (and her gingerbread children that live under her skirt) and a SUGAR PLUM fairy dance around and have a party! How could I not have developed a love for all things food when as a kid food was personified in dance form.
This musing brought to you by Monday morning.
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