Ode to Food: An Open Letter

You know who you are.  My memories about you are sometimes fantastical, sometimes sad, always clear.  As many as there are, you continue to amaze me daily on my path through life.  I once over indulged in the sweeter version of you as a child, and got so sick I laid down on the bottom of an empty shelf at People’s Drug Store.  Customers looked at me like I was crazy but you knew better. On the wrong side of food.

You are the culprit of a life-long struggle for many, trying to detach themselves from the bond and break free from your hold.  You nurture, strengthen, build and grow but you can also kill.  Survivors know this all too well and while they resent you for it, their lifeblood would cease without you.  If you were human, what would you look like?  Would you have a Roman nose, muscles of steel, smooth skin and strong eyes?  Would you resent yourself for self-induced illness and the dredge of carrying around extra baggage you cannot afford to hold?  I imagine you might look strangely beautiful and ethereal.  People would talk about you and wish they could be in your presence and their appetite for you would never wane.

Food.  That sexy beast!

Oh but you would satisfy them, wouldn’t you?  They would indulge and might even smoke a cigarette afterward like a night of knock-down, drag-out passionate sex.  But some would be quick to anger and blame you for their woes, while others would cherish the potential within you.  Mother Nature at her finest, all wholesome and so very sexy.  You have carried me all the while, at my rock bottom and my finest triumphs and yet I know you will be there again when I need you.  Because I will need you, have always wanted you and I am content with the knowledge that you will never, ever fail me.


About tossingtheswissaround

I have been obsessed with food since I can remember. I grew up watching the Frugal Gourmet and Julia Childs in black and white repeats on TV. I made an elementary version of veal parmesan when I was all of 8 years old and even concocted a homemade version of vomit to drizzle along the hallway and oh-so-carefully in the bathroom so I could get of school whenever I wanted. Dad never caught on but I eventually came clean about that vomit recipe. About two years ago. My skills have greatly improved and my obsession has only deepened as the years go by. In the mornings, I ask my co-workers what’s for lunch, what they ate last night and what is on the menu tonight. I groan when I eat almost anything I like because I can barely contain my excitement. Because, well, because it’s food! I was technically trained and once worked as a formal chef but physically that takes its toll so I joined the much less strenuous, albeit entertaining, world of HR. Food is still at the forefront of my mind as I continue to cook and love all things food. Enjoy!
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2 Responses to Ode to Food: An Open Letter

  1. Michael Webster says:

    Very poetic..that does raise a valid question, if food were people…I imagine broccoli wouldn’tbe the popular kid

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