
So many people have written about the importance of food and how its purpose is merely to provide sustenance. I have to wonder when it was that I began to place so much more meaning on what is merely supposed to keep us alive.
There are moments when I actually get excited about what I’m going to eat next. I’ve mentioned before about how I feel I get cravings that have to be similar to the cravings a drug addict must experience. I also get excited when I know that a delicious meal is coming up.
And I get resentful at the [ ... ]