I want to state for the record that I hate the word “shimmy.”
Unfortunately for my wordsmithing-self, it always starts as a “shimmy.” A little swing to my hips, and a bip-bop in my shoulders. During a really good meal, I can’t deny that clapping has been known to occur.
It took me years to realize that I have a Happy Food Dance. If you can believe it, I didn’t know I was dancing when I found food I loved. Maybe I’m not as in touch with my own love for food as I think I am.
I also don’t consider myself a foodie, so I