Food, glorious food
Isn’t it great?
Imagine having been out walking on a frosty morning. Your cheeks are glowing and the tip of your nose is going numb, and you’re beginning to wish you’d had something more than that Weetabix all those hours ago. Now imagine biting into a bacon sandwich...
Apologies to vegetarians...or bacon-haters. Or bread-haters.
But isn’t food fantastic stuff? The heavenly taste of something truly excellent, the sheer variety of flavours and textures...
Consider something even so simple as cheese. Pure mouldy milk product. But within that one category you can vary from mild, comforting cheddar to rubbery edam you feel must have been manufactured by aliens who’d read about cheese; from gorgeous, milky crumbly wensleydale to pliant, pungent brie; from strongest stilton to most innocuous Philadelphia spread...and a hundred other kinds which are now flocking into my mind but which I will not turn into Clement Freud and list here. All that in just one aisle of the supermarket.
Now ask yourself this: if you had the choice between a) your current life, complete with all the foods, drinks and taste sensations currently available to you or b) a brilliant life, with the job you’ve always wanted (that one where we get paid to read books, for example) and travel the world – BUT you are kept alive through an intravenous drip and do not eat or drink at all...which would you choose?
Did you have to think about it?
posted by skittledog @ 9:43 pm
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15 Comments:
Yes.
Drat. Still thinking.
Oh, very well. Rian shall choose food.
But only because there was flying involved in that other life.
No. I love food. I love the sensory pleasure of eating. The smell, and the flavour. The temperature and the texture of it. I could never give that up, even if I didn't need it.
I choose B. You're right, I didn't even have to think about it. ;)
Of course, if you'd been waxing lyrical about, oh say, pasta instead of cheese I may have been swayed.
Oh believe me, I could wax lyrical about pasta too, as it is my primary food group...but it just occurred to me the other day how odd it is that there should be so many varieties of cheese...when I can't even see how you really develop cheese in the first place. "Oh look, the milk's gone mouldy. Let's try eating it anyway. Mmm, this would taste great melted onto some baked wheaty stuff."
I think I have to choose food.
And hah to Rian - I just said 'travel.' You read flying. One could always take long sea voyages...
I am sure that if I were to choose A, there would be some sort of food crisis and all that would be available would be cabbage and swedes. B please, but pills rather than drips, seing that they are really inconvenient for travel.
If it means not having to eat sushi... drip please.
What a surprise, skit loves food. I never would have guessed from the emails.
I had a bacon sarnie for lunch as it happens.
Hmm, most perfect job... I think continuity expert for a tv show.
Gah. What a horrible question. Yes, I am having to think about it... hmm. I don't know! I adore food. I have just had chocolate truffle torte while sitting at my desk, and I am not sure if there is anything more heavenly on the palate in this world... but could I live without such pleasures? Yes. Most likely. I'd be healthy with all the wondrous nutrients pumping straight into my system. And the perfect life would just be too much to pass up on.
But now I've just thought that a life without food and drink would mean a life without my juices. And no, I could not live without them... oh no. I think I'm a fresh juice addict. An addiction that _prevents_ cancer and degenerative disease! Who wouldn't want that?
My, this is rambly. After much consideration, yes, I will also choose food. But I live with a man who bakes his own bread and makes aforementioned chocolate truffle torte, so I suppose I'm preconditioned...
But that was still a horrible question.
*practises evil laugh*
*rushes in with a fork* Did somebody say "pasta?"
A teacher at work was in a car accident in September and had a broken jaw numbered among his injuries, and it needed to be wired shut. Everything he ate had to be through a straw. Despite the pain of other broken bones, surgery, and going stir crazy waiting for medical clearance to work, he said the worst part was not being able to eat.
Mmm, pasta...all I am having for dinner is pasta with butter and some tinned tuna on.
But mmm that sounds good right now.
I'm having some thai pork and vegetable dumplings right now. Fried, with sambal olek. I take everything back, I want the food.
I made spaghetti carbonara (surely not spelt like that... sounds charcoally) yesterday. It was awful. I will never make food ever again... back to sauces that come in jars for me.
I made chicken tacos, and every bite was wonderful.
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