April 21, 2012

In the words of Liz Lemon, "I want to go to there."

I love food.

Photos of food make me want it. Movies make me want it. The smell of popcorn makes me want it.

My dreams are mostly in black and white but when there's food involved, they're in brilliant technicolour.

If I eat a bad sandwich, I want two good ones to make up for it - and fast.

If I'm stuffed at the end of my meal, but the dessert looks even half-decent, I eat that too.

I eat when I'm happy.

And when I'm unhappy.

When I'm relaxed.

And when I'm stressed.

There are few better things in life than the base of a samosa.

Fruit is not dessert. Fruit is the unhappy man's substitute for dessert.

...And he's unhappy because of his choices, not his circumstances.

Coffee is good. Coffee with chocolate in it is better.

I'd kiss breakfast if I could. As it turns out, you can't, so I content myself with eating it very fast or very slow (depending on my hunger) and taking seconds. And thirds.

And listen up, naysayers - if food was meant to nourish only the body, my soul would have died long ago.

*dramatic exit*

3 comments:

Kappu said...

haha!! A fitting end! ;-)

//And listen up, naysayers - if food was meant to nourish only the body, my soul would have died long ago.//

Loveth it!!
Kappu

Sushant said...

Lol, Murakami in a teacup

Punvati said...

Oh good god. Unfortunately I agree with you wholeheartedly. I wish I didn't. Ok that's a lie.

Sorry. I am trying to diet and failing gloriously.