I Love o Eat

I LOVE TO EAT

The most weird saying that I have ever heard of is ‘Eat to live and not live to eat.’ Oh! What would life be without all those mouth watering dishes I have grown up on? If I were to eat only to keep my biological mechanisms in place, God would better not have given me the tongue to decipher different tastes. Even the nose would have had little purpose if the aroma of the great masalas were not to be a concern for me.

Well, you have guessed by now that I am very fond of eating. But it would not be an exaggeration if I confess that I live to eat. My eyes, nose, tongue, skin and ears, are all hooked to the kitchen when my mother is cooking. I mean that I feel good to look at, smell, taste, touch and even listen to the noises that the whistle of the pressure cooker and the ‘Tarka’ of the daal make. With all my sense organs working full time to give me the pleasure from food, my brain and heart naturally give in.

Anything you offer me, I will never refuse to taste it and beware if I like it, (which has high probability) you might not get even a grain of it back. Anything on this earth that can be eaten turns me on but sweets are my favourite. Indian ‘mithais’ and English baked desserts lure me equally. I can never resist the spicy ‘chaats’ and ‘golguppas’. Chinese, Thai, Continental, North Indian, South Indian and the Italian cuisines are my all time favourites. Do you find the list long? Is a favourite meant to be only one thing? Well, sorry then, for food, I can not help breaking this rule.