the affair between me and food.

“ If more of us valued food and cheer and song above hoarded gold, it would be a merrier world.” J.R.R. Tolken

It’s no secret how much I love food. Sometimes I wish it wasn’t so, but it is. My passion for food is deep and strong. I love the taste, touch and smell of all of it – the stinky cheeses, the buttery cookies, the briny seafoods. All of it makes my heart sing with joy, love and happiness. As if I were madly, deeply, passionately in love.

A few short months ago, a friend pointed out to me that food is love. I have never understood this concept, but I have heard it before. Until I met her, I thought this benign comparison was another one of those blanket statements that people make to define something loosely. But suddenly, the veil lifted when she explained how food was really just another relationship you could have – healthy, destructive, controlling, obsessive, joyous, or completely and utterly smitten.

To appreciate a lover, you need to explore them -  from head to toe, inside and out. You obsess about parts of them. You despise facets of them. Yet, it is a dance that almost always keeps you coming back for more. With some things, you simply can’t get enough (chocolate – or in my case mussels from Rue de Jean). Other things, you tolerate for your love of the relationship and yourself. But it is a love that gives back 10 fold once you dive in, swim around and kick in the emotional bliss of it all.

I think what fascinates me more than a love of food is a disassociation with it. It’s the ones who really could eat or not eat that boggle my mind. For I am a passionate soul who throws herself into every piece of life. So to meet people completely disinterested in the thought of food boggles my mind. When I am passionate, it runs deep. Only made deeper by the idiosyncrasies of my lover.
So today, my post is for food. All of it. The love. The hate. The highs and lows. Today, I had this – the most amazing of lunches. And the most simple. And the most rewarding. And it reminded me of how deep a love can become on the simplest of levels.

And isn’t that the best and purest of all love? The most simple. The one you don’t have to think about…you just know. And you just understand.

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