I have this conviction that good food, good eating is all about risk. Whether we are talking about unpasteurized milk, raw oysters or working for organized crime associates food is an adventure.
Think of going on a date, it’s like Jones triad, at least three of a set of symptoms should be present to make diagnosis. A date has three possible parts, of which at least two must be offered – entertainment, food, and affection. It is customary to begin a series of dates with great deal of entertainment, a moderate amount of food and the merest suggestion of affection. As the amount of affection increases, the entertainment can be reduced proportionately, when affection is the entertainment then we no longer call it dating. Under no circumstances can food be omitted.
All the nutritionists, and dieticians can take a walk, they take away the “comfort food” from our zone. For me “comfort food ” in itself is a strange idea, isn’t every food comforting in its own way! Why are certain foods disqualified? Can’t fancy food be soothing in the same way as granny food? Must it always be loaded with memories like Proust’s Madeleine? Or can it be merely quirky, like M.F.K.Fishcher’s tangerine ritual, she dried them on a radiator, then cooled them on her Paris windowsill.
Actually comfort foods are food that reassures it is different things to different people. Some foods are so comforting, so nourishing of body and soul, that to eat them is to be home again after a long journey. To eat such a meal is to remember though the world is full of knives and storms; the body is built for kindness. The angels, who know no hunger, have never been satisfied. The secret of life’s success lies in eating we like and let the food fight in out inside. ‘
When it comes to my physical space of course food, is nutrition, it only nourishes me, it also empowers me to nourish another. The essential constituents help in repair and rejuvenation of the body mind and spirit, which probably explains comfort food. Our cravings reflect the void in our space,
While it is true that many people simply can’t afford to pay more for food either in money or time or both, many more of us can. After all just in the last decade or two we’ve somehow found the time in the day to spend several hours on the internet and money in the budget not only to pay for broadband service, but to cover a second phone bill and new monthly bill for television which was formerly free. For many urban yuppies, spending more for better food is less a matter of ability than priority.
A country I truly pay homage to are the French, a people who have used their sophisticated culture and beautiful language to bequeath to the world the sliced potato.
As for luxuries of life nothing beats eating while you read, unless it is reading while you eat, I do both, they are not same thing as you will see if you will think the matter over.