GASTRONOMICAL MUSINGS

 GASTRONOMICAL MUSINGS

 

My memories and associations with food have been a mixed bag of emotions. Though I’m a great lover of good food and relish trying different cuisines from different regions, my association with food has not been enjoyable lately.

 

I realise that one should eat to live and not live to eat. As we age, we only require a little food to sustain us. Eating and overeating are the leading causes of health problems rather than not eating at all. When we eat, we should pay attention to the quality and hygiene of the food rather than the quantity.

 

I’d had to face many a battle with stomach cramps, loose motion, indigestion, food poisoning, and bloating due to non-digestion of food. Though I like to think of myself as a generous soul and like to share my food with friends and relatives, I know there is hunger all around, and many people have to struggle for their daily meals. But I realise it is impossible to feed this city's hungry souls. NGOs, institutes, religious organisations, and philanthropists work night and day to solve the hunger problem in my town. They are doing an excellent job, but there may still be gaps in the aid offered to the hungry. But I’ve learned to make peace with my conscience, given that it is not in my control to solve this problem plaguing society. But treating anyone to a hearty meal would give me great pleasure and joy.

 

Food is like art. Chefs take great pains to prepare delectable dishes, and connoisseurs of fine food swear by them. They treat their gastronomical taste buds whenever the occasion permits. Enjoying good food is one of the rare pleasures of life. Even whipping out a great home-cooked meal can satisfy us greatly.

 

As the saying goes, the way to a man’s heart is through his stomach. I have had the pleasure of being served great food by the women in my life. My mother, in the past, used to fuss over me and ensure I was always well-fed. Then there is my sister, who takes great pains to cook exotic dishes for me whenever I visit her. And at home nowadays, my wife has taken over the responsibility of cooking for me. The women in my life have always shown their love for me through food.

 

Over the years, I’ve learnt to limit and restrict what I eat to avoid problems. Sadly, the experience has not been pleasant lately.

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