Some people eat to live, while others live to eat. What about me, enquired Plinky, how far would I travel for the best meal of my life?
Remember the story about the king who got lost in a forest, he had lost his way hungry and tired he went past a small hut. The owner invited him in, and fed him some rice gruel with pickles. The king had never eaten a tastier meal.
The king then invited the person to cook the same gruel in the palace, but it did not taste so well, so what went wrong or what was different, his wazir told him, what was missing was hunger.
Thats how far I would travel for the best meal of my life to my hunger.
I am not a glutton, but am definitely an explorer of food. Honestly one can neither think well, love well or sleep well if one has not dined well. And coming to think of it A.A.Milne has a point when he says, if a man really likes potatoes, he must be a pretty decent sort of fellow.
Think about having popcorn for breakfast! Well why not? Its grain, its like grits, with high self-esteem. Bernard Shaw is right when he says there is no love sincere than the love of food.
Think of pies, can one be stressed in the presence of a pie? Of course not. Stress does not exist in the presence of a pie. Actually we don’twant to EAT hot fudge sundaes, but as much as we want our lives to BE hot fudge sundaes. We want to come home to ourselves. Great part of the secret success in life is to eat what you like and let the food fight it out inside.