Favorite food
For several months now I have had an internal debate going pretty much incessantly within my mind. Is my favorite food pizza or sandwiches? Would I rather eat at this moment a large hot cheesy pizza with warm crust with some green chile or a thick turkey sandwich on warm bread with mayonnaise and pickles and all the good stuff all meshed together into something fresh and tasty (no Subway reference intended)? I've gone back and forth, back and forth. I had never fully made a committment one way or the other. I simply haven't been able to choose. Unless you count warm bread. The common denominator of the two. Bread is amazing, I'll admit. I could eat a whole loaf of it or a whole pack of tortillas in one sitting. I think, however, that it's the special stuff you add to it that makes or breaks the favorite food.
The importance of choosing ones favorite food is of course something critical. I understand the benefit of being open minded, trying new things, experiencing the full width of what there is in the wonderful world of food. I, like many, love food. I'll try new things (except a wide variety of seafood and things like bugs that aren't supposed to be eaten), but the comfort of knowing what it is that you would choose over all of that is something like being able to say where home is.
I think what has finally enabled me to choose a favorite has been my recent but anticipated shove into the world called No Food Whatsoever. I'm a week post-op and I've lost ten pounds while on an all liquid diet. I can only eat what I can suck through the gaps in my teeth. My orthodontist is quite good, so the gaps are few and small. It's from within my heart-breaking misery, my constantly grumbling stomach, and the incessant food commercials on TV that have solidified my decision. It took being deprived, being able to stand back from the situation long enough to miss food, and when it comes to missing food, Pizza wins. It's Pizza. Pizza is my favorite food. Doesn't matter what's on it, doesn't matter where it's made. I see a commercial for that new Domino's pizza with the garlicky cheese stuff in the crust, that bright red of the sauce oozing over the top and I want to stick something sharp in my eye because I can't have it. I can't have it for 5 more weeks. Pizza. Oh beautiful pizza. Hot. Melting cheese. Ooooooh. It's like home.
The importance of choosing ones favorite food is of course something critical. I understand the benefit of being open minded, trying new things, experiencing the full width of what there is in the wonderful world of food. I, like many, love food. I'll try new things (except a wide variety of seafood and things like bugs that aren't supposed to be eaten), but the comfort of knowing what it is that you would choose over all of that is something like being able to say where home is.
I think what has finally enabled me to choose a favorite has been my recent but anticipated shove into the world called No Food Whatsoever. I'm a week post-op and I've lost ten pounds while on an all liquid diet. I can only eat what I can suck through the gaps in my teeth. My orthodontist is quite good, so the gaps are few and small. It's from within my heart-breaking misery, my constantly grumbling stomach, and the incessant food commercials on TV that have solidified my decision. It took being deprived, being able to stand back from the situation long enough to miss food, and when it comes to missing food, Pizza wins. It's Pizza. Pizza is my favorite food. Doesn't matter what's on it, doesn't matter where it's made. I see a commercial for that new Domino's pizza with the garlicky cheese stuff in the crust, that bright red of the sauce oozing over the top and I want to stick something sharp in my eye because I can't have it. I can't have it for 5 more weeks. Pizza. Oh beautiful pizza. Hot. Melting cheese. Ooooooh. It's like home.
posted by Lisa | 4:42 PM
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HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHA (ref: I see a commercial for that new Domino's pizza with the garlicky cheese stuff in the crust, that bright red of the sauce oozing over the top and I want to stick something sharp in my eye because I can't have it) HA.
Oh Melissa, I think you're my biggest fan. You make me feel like I've got an amazing writing gift, when really, I just write how my brain works. and of course i add a little poetic frill on purpose.
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