I just want to let everyone in the whole wide world know that food is the most awesomest thing in the history of the universe. It is TOTALLY better than sex. Not that, you know, sex is anything to sneeze at, mind you. It’s pretty snazzy, the sex thing.
But food… the cooking, the eating, the smelling, the ordering, the bickering, the hot, cold, crunchy, spicy, slimy, crispy, the wet, the dry, the fat, the skinny, sweet, salty, smoky, the burn, the bitter, the everything that makes it worth living for.
Call it what you want – epicurean pursuits, gourmet, foodie, a gastronaut perhaps, or like me, you’re a guilt free gourmand. Call it what you want, the labels don’t matter much. If you don’t find joy in food, we need to talk. On second thoughts, maybe we shouldn’t even be talking.
On a side note, the blog has new masthead. Figured the sideway icicle had to go…
I had corn arepas for brunch this weekend – savory pancakes with overeasy eggs, avocado, black beans, sour cream and salsa. Fruit bowl and starter cake were complimentary. Oh so delicious.
And you know what’s even awesomer than food or secks? food PLUS secks! (or I suppose secks plus food, depending on your kink.)
- she says as she snarfs sushi for breakfast.
The other snazzy thing about food (more so than the secks) is that you can do it in public without getting arrested.
Does this mean you’re officially over your food-doesn’t-interest-me I’m-emo-’cos-I’m-worried-that-I’m-emo state?
N – i hate u and at the same time that’s why I keep you around.
PpFt – No, not over that phase. Still haven’t found something that interest me. OTOH, sunshine and 60 degree weather makes me want gush and venerate all good things in life. Salut!