Isn’t food marvellous! I don’t mean the substances we grind up and fill our faces with (although that’s amazing as well), but the whole concept of FOOD!
I am, and always will be, a gastrosexual, a word I have entirely made up to describe my life long passion for all things edible. I am ruled by my stomach, and just as an army marches on theirs, a writer thinks on his.
I have tested myself several times on a variety of different styles of eating throughout the day (now I don’t mean diets, they can all be cast to the moon for all I care, I mean whether I eat a hearty three meals a day or feast on smaller things over my time awake) and I have found several things which I thought were incredibly interesting.
Firstly, if I don’t eat when I’m hungry I get grumpy. I don’t mean a little irritable, I mean world shatteringly, baby cryingly, tantrum inducingly annoyed. I find a simply chocolate bar can alleviate this almost immediately and I’m wary of myself when I start to get a twang of hunger creeping in.
Secondly, I find my entire creative, intellectual and communicative abilities drain out of my ears when I need food. I am simply unable to think, converse, argue or discuss anything, no matter how trivial, until something (non sexual, and believe me when I’m hungry, sex is the furthest thing from my mind) passes my lips.
Lastly, but not leastly, I have found that my eating habits have been the basis for a majority of my relationships throughout my life. I’m talking familial, friendly and romantic relationships which I have made sure have had a good slice of them steeped in anything food based. Whether it be a connection between us over a favourite café that does exceedingly good cake, or a restaurant I remember having a particularly wonderful date in, I’ve picked up a definite food theme running though my life.
Now I know there are people who have the opposite perspective to me; they would rather take a pill than sit down and actually enjoy a plate of food, but I think there’s still that little part of them that enjoys at least something. Whether it be a chocolate bar or a particular salad dressing, food must fun through their lives, just to a lesser extent. I’ve even dated people who haven’t had that connection with food, and needless to say my connection with them was just as fleeting.
The whole process of such gastronomically induced joy is such a brilliant and innovative biological conceit, that I felt it necessary to blog about it. Just as well, before I get hungry.
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