Foodie Diary – Why I Love Food

Why I Love Food

Eating is an all-sensory experience that brings with it immeasurable, unsullied pleasure – regardless of whether it’s beans on toast or pork belly ramen cooked for hours on end. It’s more than just sustenance. For me, it’s an almost erotic experience evoking multiple senses. Texture. Aesthetic. Smell. Taste. Sitting down for a meal is never a chore for me, instead it’s an enjoyable past-time, one I favour over all others. I eat for comfort, for satisfaction, for the cosy and warm feeling of being sated. Food is there for me when I need to feel better – a tub of B&J/bowl of chicken noodle soup is the cure for any ailment. I don’t eat because I have to, I eat because I want to. I’m pretty much obsessed with everything about food, from the preparation to the very last forkful. 

When I was a kid, I was pretty fussy. My mum, an amazing cook whose talents are wasted in a home kitchen, tried to open me up to new flavours. Being young, I was set in my ways. Chicken nuggets trumped succulent chicken breast. Chips were far superior than creamy mashed potato. It took being thrown into a whole new culture to open my eyes up to real flavour. My foray into the foodie world was sudden, but it was the best eye-opener ever. 

Duck and beetroot

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As much as I love food, I’m not a food snob. I still enjoy the occasional ‘council dinner’* or a Bombay Bad Boy Pot Noodle. If it tastes good, I’ll eat it. In fact, I much prefer a cheapo meal packed full of flavour than a delicate salad that takes up one tenth of plate space. One of the most beautiful things about food is that taste is subjective – no matter what your dislikes are, chances are there’s food out there that you seriously enjoy eating. Even if you’re fussy, you’ll most likely savour the foods you do like and that is part of what I love about it. It’s something everyone can enjoy, no matter your race, gender, sexuality, class. It doesn’t matter if you’re a gazillionaire who only eats caviar and truffles, or a student who lives off packet noodles. It’s universal. It’s the fucking best.

Perhaps one of the best things about eating is the fact it’s a shared experience. I love cooking for crowds, and I love cooking for my partner and I. Cooking for yourself is enjoyable too, but there’s nothing better than seeing another enjoying the food you’ve made. Creating recipes and sharing them with others is one of the best feelings. It’s the biggest compliment, and part of the reason why I strive to get better with everything that I cook. Sharing food with my partner, with family and friends is an experience that brings us all together to share something made with love. You can’t beat it. 

As I’ve gotten older, my relationship with food has only strengthened. I’ve enjoyed working in kitchens, cooking at home and dining out. Sometimes my love for food is unhealthy (goodbye skinny Bee) but I don’t regret it. I’d rather indulge than scrimp on the one thing I love more than anything. Stifling a love for food, for me, is just a real shame. Life is too short to worry about what a moment on the lips will do to the hips. As long as you’re not excessive, eating a shit tonne is all hunky dory. Savour it. Enjoy it. Share it. That’s what it’s there for.

* Council Dinner

What’s your favourite thing about food? Let me know in the comments!