I love food. Unabashedly, I state the truth.
People talk about evolving, about slowly becoming what we are versus what we were… But why do I have taste buds? Why do chocolate chips make me swoon? Why does this photo make me want a tall glass of milk NOW?
I believe life is decadent by design. Some may call that “hogwash.” But how come I just typed “hog” and now I have the mysterious urge to wolf down a BLT?
Power of association, pure and simple? I don’t think so. I could be digesting sunlight like plants do; but I’m not. I could be tearing apart raw fish – wait – some people do that voluntarily. Raw antelope. That’s better… But I’m not.
Believe what you will… I give props to the Maker of Taste Buds.