In the households I've been brought up in food is the center of the universe, the dogna of biology, the reasoning behind the big bang, well maybe it's not that important, but you understand where I'm coming from. Food holds that much of importance in my family. Cooking has become a tradition. With tradition comes one thing for sure, it's not going nowhere. You try taking that tradition from us. Come to my house and smell the sweet aroma of good cooking. Pork chops, meatballs, cabbage, fried potatoes, chili, lasagna, and....let me stop. The thoughts our making me hungry. My mouth waters just thinking of the sovoring taste of great food.
Food is a way of survival as well as a sensual and seductive force that controls my mind, body, and soul. (Maybe that's why they call it soul food?) It gives me such a high when I eat. I'm in my own world of passion and total bliss when my hunger is no more. I have strong feelings toward food that one can say dominating. I refuse to share and dare whoever to take my food. I might unleash a scorn like no other. Well, maybe in the event of absolute hunger. (But don't test me!)
Food is a way of survival as well as a sensual and seductive force that controls my mind, body, and soul. (Maybe that's why they call it soul food?) It gives me such a high when I eat. I'm in my own world of passion and total bliss when my hunger is no more. I have strong feelings toward food that one can say dominating. I refuse to share and dare whoever to take my food. I might unleash a scorn like no other. Well, maybe in the event of absolute hunger. (But don't test me!)