Food = Love

I have often been told that food is an empty substitute for true emotion and human touch. That the sensation of satisfying a craving or hunger is only a temporary (and quite possibly unhealthy) filler for sadness, loneliness or anger. And if that's the case, so be it. Food is love to me. I eat, not out of some hedonistic desire to consume - though that's not entirely out of the question at times - but rather, most often I eat to experience the most basic joy and pleasure I have in life. Some people golf. I eat. I eat often and I eat a lot. My loved ones worry that I will at some point balloon out to some ungodly size, and not only do physical harm to myself, but more horrifically become an embarrassment to them. The 600-pound woman who must be cut out of her home and carried through a veritable wasteland of take out containers and pizza boxes. But curse of curses, I'm not 600 pounds. Yet. And so I forge on. Ingesting the foods of as many cultures as possible, doing what I can to expand my own gastronomic horizons. It is with this verve for unearthing the infinite array of comestibles out in the world that I invite you to join me on my Culinary Capers, spanning the most humble of epicurean delights to, on occasion, the very haute.

Gluttony Girl
"The belly rules the mind." ~ Spanish Proverb