The love of food is a tricky concept to put your finger on. Just when you think you’ve got it cornered, you realize it pervades across age, it slinks across borders, it jumps from one continent to another (as can be confirmed by checking geographical locations of the blog writers). It has even been found in outer space! (Reports unconfirmed). It gets concentrated in some, and completely eludes the others. While usually a peaceful force, it has been known to be capable of driving men to violence (usually manifested in the throwing of dinner plates and other items of crockery). Whatever the nature of the love of food may be, I am thankful that I seem to have it in copious amounts, and can only wish for it to multiply.
While I’m at it, I’m also thankful for the following:
1) The twenty-first century: when food, and the ideas behind various kinds of food abound and grow. I sometimes shudder at the thought of having been born millions of years ago and being a hunter-gatherer, scavenging the forest floor for roots and tubers. Highly likely that the utter lack of taste-stimulation would have driven prehistoric me to hypothetical suicide.
2) I possess intact taste receptors, a palate without clefts, nerves capable of transmission and a brain capable of comprehending taste and smell. Without all these, this entire exercise would have not been real.
3) TV and the internet. (For more reasons than just food, but that’s the one relevant here.)
4) The invention of parenthesis.
This list could go on, of course, but I shall stop at this lest I am forced to change the name of this post from ‘the first one’ to ‘the only one’.
Right- so prerequisites in place, this is ready to take off. Hopefully, it will remain an active blog for some time at least, and not prompt an all-too-premature ciao/fare-well.
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