Live to Eat

Some People eat to live. It is a biological necessity. If you want to stay alive, you must eat. However, for me and many others out there, eating is more than just for nourishment. Eating is a passion, an art, an indulgence, a reward and sometimes a punishment.

There has been many times where I am craving say, a burger, but I would never dream of driving to the nearest MCDonald’s and ordering a Big Mac. In fact, in my opinion that would be a misuse of calories. No, when I crave a burger it cannot be from just any old joint, it has to be from the best burger place in town, Rodeo Goat. Sure it’s in the center and more congested part of town, parking is scarce and there is usually a 45 minute wait; but it is totally worth it. The buns are grilled, the mixtures of ingredients are inventive and that juicy, flavorful medium rare patty is orgasmic. In fact I usually start swaying and humming while I savor every bite. The smell of the smokey beef is intoxicating and once my tastes buds are engaged its like seeing the world in technicolor. It releases endorphins in my brain and I go into a state of bliss. This is of course is also why I have a weight problem, tee hee.

Food has always been a source of happiness, comfort and contentment for me as far back as I can remember. As a child I remember being able to fix my own snack at the age of three. My mom was so proud that I was so self-sufficient she would brag about it. “She can work the VCR and microwave all by herself. She made herself nachos the other day”. Being left to my own devices at such an early age left a hole that should have been filled with my parents nurturing and attention that I instead filled with television and you guessed it, food.

My addiction to food was so bad that at age 20 I was having my gallbladder removed due to all the greasy fatty food I ate on  daily basis. Having my gallbladder removed did complicate things a bit. After the surgery I was no longer able to enjoy spicy, fried or greasy foods without painful heart burn or horrible indigestion. Not to worry, I found a way around that. Thus began my taste for better quality and of course more expensive foods. I upgraded from $.99 Jumbo Jack with no pickles and no tomatoes to a $12 grass feed, no hormone, local Rodeo Goat burger. Not only was there a great disparity in the burgers prices but also in their flavor. The more expensive burger wins, no contest.

This of course is also why the majority of my expendable cash goes to my credit card payment. If I ever want to go do something fun, I try a new restaurant. If I’m ever celebrating a birthday or milestone, I go eat somewhere fancy (expensive). If I am meeting up with friends, we chose a place known for their good food. If I am spending time alone and I want to treat myself, I visit one of my favorite restaurants. Most of my happy moments in life center around food. Not just any old food but the places with the best coconut cream pie, the place with the best steak, the restaurant with the best lobster bisque, the spot with the best pizza. If I’m in the mood for a delicious cupcake from J. Rae’s but the only thing in walking distance is the Cupcakery, well then I’ll just pass on a cupcake today.

So to answer the question for is not just for life, it is life, my passion, my love. It is one of my favorite topics and I am always up for discussing it. I love recommending places I’ve been to with amazing dishes or dishes that I whip up at home. And when I partner commends me on a delicious meal I’ve prepared it truly brings me joy. This probably won’t be my last post about food but thank you for letting me share a little bit of my happiness with you

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Live to Eat.” Some people eat to live, while others live to eat. What about you? How far would you travel for the best meal of your life? <a href=”https://dailypost.wordpress.com/dp_prompt/live-to-eat/”>Live   to Eat</a>

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One thought on “Live to Eat

  1. I am happy to read your post.

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