So I decided to stop eating fast food. Cold Turkey (lol)
Its a very strange feeling. Usually I get off work and really want a double cheese burger and some fries. Sounds delish, but i just decided i was over it the other day and here I am, two weeks without any at all. Ive begun to start to create little things with the piss poor kitchen i have here. (I wouldnt really call it a kitchen, more so a fridge, microwave and some cabinets. All in all though, ive been feeling pretty good about it. Im not being a snob about it either, if you want your mcdonalds, or taco bell, buy all means get you some.
Usually when I write these things ive either eaten somewhere new that i want to share or want to put someone on blast for killing any hope for the future of food in America. Somehow itll turn into whatever it is that im feeling being thrown at all of you. I apologize  for that. I rarely apologize for anything, but im trying to not be like that anymore. Some chefs/cooks cook emotionlessly, relying on what they know to bring about the magic. I dont. Like the Sith Lords from Star Wars, I embrace my emotions and use them as a powerful force to bring the mutha fucking pain. Cooking like that makes things so much more interesting and allows a different type of creativity. Things could vary with my mood. If im upset or angry, you could get something harsh or spicy. Happy could bring something light or fruity. Loved could bring something delicate to the taste, gently rolling across your tongue like the kiss of that special lover. Thats what makes food so exciting for me. tastes. textures. raw, sexy emotion brought out by all of this. I need it like I need to breath, to sleep and other random things that we do.



Food is Sexy, believe that