Food can be about food. But often, food is about much more than that. It is about friendships and love and staying connected to people, about sharing and being shared. It is about creating havoc in the kitchen and calling it art. It is about using special ingredients like fire from our hearts, bursting giggles, stretchy smiles. It is also about letting our own solitude, our yearning, our contemplations and our thoughts manifest in matter.
Food connects like stringy noodles, binds like flour, sets like gelatin, bubbles like milk. Food heals. Food is such a people thing.
I like to keep food close to my consciousness while it helps me celebrate my senses. It is the wind that sings through the instrument of my body. Food makes beautiful music.
What else can I say? Food you are my love. You are the dream I have grown up with. I like to stare at you, smell you, read about you, cut you, wash you, cook you, feed you and I like to eat (most of the times food but not always but let's not go there). I like to watch television shows about you, read about you, talk of you.
This is my attempt to write about food.
This is my attempt to write about food.
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