Its maybe, the most similar thing to life than we have. Mostly if you don’t know where you are going. You were invited, that’s all you know.
Next thing you are being introduced, and, without noticing you have a napkin on your lap, and food in your plate. It’s been an adventure so far, now another adventure starts; you grab the fork, towards colors you are not used too. The smells are different, good or unpleasant, still different.
You feel the textures with your knife, fork, spoon… doesn’t matter. Next step, one of the most sensitive areas of your body, tongue;
That is the first impact. But it doesn’t finish there. If the food is as good as it tastes, then you will have a happy tummy. Your stomach kinda feels cozy and thankful. If it’s not good, then you get that Tums enemy – digestive dissonance (basically when tongue and stomach don’t agree about the food you just had.)
It’s a constant adventure. Every bite, finally you get used to the dish, liking it or not, you know what flavor to expect from that meal. You forget that it was an adventure till you get to dessert, and then it all starts again. And the process keeps repeating itself with every meal.
Life’s a dinner.
At the beginning it’s all adventure and discovering, you find colors, smells and textures. You ignore some afraid to try. You try others, you choose, if you can, the ones you would rather stick with. Some take you to new and pleasant challenges. Others remain the same forever.
Sometimes you are forced to have something; sometimes you have all the choice possible. Sometimes you make good choices, sometimes you don’t. Sometimes you chew way to fast, sometimes it feels like your chewing gum. Sometimes you swallow before time, sometimes you do it well.
Sometimes you wish your food was a bit spicier, other times you wish it would have been a bit blander. Sometimes you just feel you had a perfect bite.
Either ways, randomly, you’ll find someone that will ask you suggestion about what to eat. Then you can be useful, tell them, after all you know some dishes, you can give some advice. You also read a bunch of packages and other articles about food, so you know which one would be actually healthier. You learned with time, what feels good on your tongue and that also make your tummy feel happy and cozy.
No need for a digestive dissonance.
Why does it go like that…?
Cause randomly, you will have dinner guests. Some will know better and can maybe teach you. Others know less and will appreciate some experience sharing.
After all we all have dinner, tongues and stomachs. We all want the same, a happy tongue and a happy tummy.
We all confuse ingredients and cooking times once in a while. Some of us notice it on time; some of us get use to mismatching ingredients and never discover that there is a world beyond that digestive dissonance.
So maybe our main goal is to share recipes, to let our dinner guests to enjoy the best dishes we ever had, and maybe prevent them from having those not so great.
p.s. Eventually, the recipe sharing process will teach us that the same soup can be done with a thousand different ingredients, cooking times and be poured in other million different shaped bowls. And still taste like the same perfect soup.
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