I confess that for the past little while, food hasn't really appealed to me.
I KNOW! How is that possible?
Well, sometimes when life gets going too quickly, it seems like I don't have the time to sit back and enjoy the things that roll past my tongue, down my esophagus, and into my stomach. And the thing is, I really love to eat, usually. Food is like my constant; it's like my thrice daily lover.
And so, thank you to banana, who can always seem to remind my taste buds of my eternal loving relationship with food through her various concoctions, such as this evening's chicken with mango salsa. There are also some other family members/friends that I have who really know how to cook some great stuff. They have also helped me maintain to a small degree my stalker-like obsession with food over the past little while when I had almost turned from my love for it.
Really, food and I have a multi-faceted relationship. I hope you understand.
Also, please remind me that I do not like the orange or general chicken at that Chinese place. I keep forgetting, and I always order it, and every time I think to myself, I never want to order this again. Please, I beg of you. Thanks.