being in love with food really forces you to accept the shortness of some companionships, i can love the act of making food, i can love the way it looks, i can love eating it or how others look when they eat or how accomplished i feel when they enjoy something i made but loving the food itself is fleeting, it'll only be here as long as i am eating it and if i want to prolong it it gets cold or if i dont eat it it slowly dies. food wants to be eaten, it wants to be in your mouth while it's fresh, it loves the effort you put into it. you can thank it by enjoying it and savoring its flavor, it is a passing twinkling light in a dimly lit city diner, it is a simmering warm melty pot you've worked for hours to cultivate, it is a quick sweet treat that loves you hot and fast.And then it's gone.
