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I have a relationship with food that not even all food enthusiasts would understand. Less than satisfying food would send me stomping into a corner, arms crossed against my chest and me breathing heavily as I stare at the dish that had cheated me of my feelings. Hold it, that's right, that doesn't actually happen but that is just an analogy to help measure against what I truly feel deep inside the heart of my stomach. 

 

But in all honesty, for someone who does not understand this relationship I have fostered with food, will usually take me as being a prick, a spoiled brat, for being upset over a small matter. To me, food is not a small matter. Food is life. When we get really old and when our senses start failing us, at least we still can depend on food to provide us with the simple pleasures that can take us high. 

 

Sometimes I feel maybe I need to go for counselling. But it'd  probably go like this :

 

Counsellor : What makes you tick?

Me : Salad, if served as a main dish. Or food that cheats me of my taste buds' feelings.

Counsellor : I'm sorry. This session has to end here. I cannot help you. Nothing can salvage you but food itself.

Me : Exactly

 

So, you might be wondering what all these gibberish has got to do with this food page, well, this is just to illustrate how important food is to me. And with that said, you can count on me when I say a particular food deserves a dissertation-list of long praises.

 

 

And G, 

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thank you for understanding my special relationship and connection with food. I love you. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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