HW 2 - Food - Initial Thoughts

     Food is essential, ultimately the crisp of a perfectly textured fry.  Food is a magic show and my taste buds are the audience.  Food brings out new and old memories that bring a web of emotions gushing out. My emotions are at its peak during the night while I bite out of the bread of culture and the meat of life.  It is dinner that I look forward to, the time where I can eat in the comfort of my home and family.  Eating together buffet style at one table is something my family does not question but, is a rule or rather an important ritual that goes un-said and without performing the ritual, I'd feel some uneasiness.  My routine meal include plates of just cooked stir-fried vegetables, fish, meat and a big pot of soup.  Though I've never thought about what qualifications the food I eat, must fit, I came to a conclusion quite quickly.  My top priorities for food are that it must be hot and be a reasonable portion large enough to satisfy my stomach.

     The heat of food radiates a delicious smell that drives me forward and after I eat, I feel a satisfying warmth.  Some may say that feeling is an uncomfortable ache but to me, it is an appeasing feeling.  After I eat something drenched in thick sauce, which tends to be pasta, I become drowsy and my eye lids feel like anvils.  Most of the time I fall asleep after I eat a big meal but, it's alright because I feel full and alleviated.  The combination of food and sleep always sounds good to me.  The next immediate move I make after I arise from my momentary coma is look for a nice cold refreshing drink in the depths of my refrigerator.  In the mountains of food in my fridge, I don't think about the amount of fat there is or how many carbs there are rather I just look for something I like and am familiar with like the shine of the sugar and oil glazed over a buttery pastry.  

     I've come to comprehend that food is sacred.  Eating foods at different times of the day is a ritual.  It is a ritual I enjoy because I find that I usually only eat things I have already tasted, an ambience of familiarity.  I apprehend foods I have never tried nonetheless without food, my voids of hunger are longing to be filled.  Food serves a purpose and a role that grant me the joys of several flavors, tranquil naps, and sometimes an uncomfortable bloated stomach.  But that's the beauty of food, not everything is sweet but has a tang of bitterness.

Bianca C

A1