"Food is a form of love, comfort, and of course, pleasure. After all, if we're not enjoying what we're eating, then what's the point?"Oh! Well said, well said! Thanks, Sonnet, for your wonderful words. It's easy to stop at McDonalds or Burger King or any number of those over-priced, one-and-done fast food joints. Is it a pleasurable experience? Never. The restaurant is too loud, the drive-thru is too impersonal, and the food? It doesn't excite our taste buds. We think it does, because we're "starving" because we haven't had anything to eat for a couple of hours. Or we'll maw down a sandwich, fries, and a drink before our stomach says, "whoa there, Sparky! We were full a half a sandwich and 20 fries ago!" Then we feel bloated and cranky. Sometimes we dive right into the food-coma domain. Either way, not a pleasurable experience in my book.
My mother used to say, "can you survive another 15 minutes until you get home?" (home is always a 15 minute drive way, it seems!) Usually the answer is yes and that lets your stomach settle for a few minutes. I need to remind myself of this mantra more often.
Moral of the story -- If it isn't pleasurable, don't put it in your mouth. . . and don't take that in a dirty way, you perv!
Cheers!
LC
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