“A corpse is a meat gone bad. Well and what’s cheese? Corpse of milk.”
ooh~ y’all are eating a corpse~
“The early bird gets the worm, but the second mouse gets the cheese.”
I laughed a lot when I saw this.
Isn’t this right?!
I’ll let you imagine it~
I do not like broccoli. And I haven’t liked it since I was a little kid and my mother made me eat it. I am President of the United States, and I’m not going to eat any more broccoli.
– George Bush
That’s not something you hear everyday. I wouldn’t think that a previous president was a picky eater, but then again, doesn’t everyone have their own eating preferences? I totally disagree with Bush on broccoli though; I love it! I can just eat it all on its own. 🙂 Actually, I hate it when it’s smothered in cheese. I think it lowers the food appeal, but maybe that’s just me. What are you food preferences? Leave a comment below! Oh, and happy Cinco de Mayo!
~ Cinnamon Roll.
The expression of my face as I was reading The Count of Monte Cristo by Alexander Dumas. At first, I was giggly at the typical happily ever after, then like lightning
A hurricane of different emotions swirled upon me and as I was engulfed into the eye, I felt like I was pumped with too much adrenaline that if I didn’t do anything i would possibly die.
So I read on.
As the story unfolds, one plot branches out, to bind with another plot that branches out to another which branches out to the one before and so on. It was like a tangled up wire…
It all made sense.
The author was just a genius. Most of the time, when I read books that have more than 5 plot twists, they start to tangle up and not make any sense. But Dumas somehow made it that I can catch on to whats going on, and connect to parts that I read earlier.
ALSO, the story sometimes seem like it will end up this way, but end up TOTALLY different, yet it still is
Of course, this didn’t just made me sit in awe, it made me think…
about food. What else?
Ever bit into a good slice of cheese?
not the american cheese. Like real cheese. The ones that you buy in triangular slices. Fancy cheese like Parmigiano Reggiano, Sartori Sarvecchio Parmesan, Gruyere, etc.
I don’t usually eat cheese alone- the creaminess doesn’t attract me as much. However, when i tried small bites, I was shocked. Slightly salty, yet the creamy texture kind of covered it. I got an aftertaste as if I had something sweet. I had the stereotype thought of cheese as salty and too creamy for consumption alone and needed to be eaten with a burger, salad, or even just a cracker. I began to slowly love cheese. Especially the one that melts in your mouth. It’s as if I’m eating salted dark chocolate.
Then I began to think hey, unexpected change in story is like my abstract food idea!
Think about it, just looking at the food, you expect it to taste this way or that. But when you taste it, you find out that it’s definitely different and like it that way.
I expected a typical happily ever after. But I found out it was different.
I see banana splits. I think, “Hey, this is going to taste sweet and creamy!” and get excited.
When I took a bite,
It was actually a main dish. Definitely not sweet. Banana was actually a mozzarella cheese, shaped as a banana. Ice cream was balled up pasta-strawberry was tomato, vanilla was fettuccine, and chocolate was beef stock.
Can you imagine it? Wouldn’t it be great if I could actually eat that~
I definitely want to give you on detail about the book, but it is one amazing book and I definitely want you to read it. Then you can come back to my post and feel with me, the feeling I get swirled up with different emotions like ice cream.
“Cheese- milk’s leap towards immortality.”
The older it gets, the tastier it is~
“When life gives you lemons, make lemonade.”
Familiar with this quote?
This is a great life lesson that teaches you about never giving up when you come across a boulder, don’t just give up, use your right side of your brains to think up of an idea. But to me, It’s telling me not to leave food to waste.
Ever happen to you when you’re reading a book and parts of the book just make you think of food?
As I was reading All Quiet in the Western Front by Erich Maria Remarque, I felt the pain and suffering seeping into my heart as the tragic stories were absorbed into my mind…
but at the same time, all I could think about was food.
Around the beginning of the book, the narrator talks about the front of the battle field and he refers to it as a “mysterious whirlpool…sucking me slowly, irresistibly, inescapably, into itself.” The deep representation of the front that the narrator describes as the whirlpool…just makes me think of delicious food.
Just look at that.
The smell of steak sucking me…slowly…irresistibly…making me drool like a dog looking at a big juicy bone.I’m sure that has happened to you before, not just with steak but with all kinds of food.
In another part of the book, there was a scene where the narrator describes:
“An uncertain red glow spreads along the skyline from one end to the other. It is the perpetual movement, punctuated with the bursts of flame…”
As a student in English class, I can imagine the strip of sky lined with red, and the horizon of the land sparking with flames here and there. The artistic view so dramatic yet to the soldiers, it would cause their hearts to beat faster, body pumping with adrenaline, mind racing at the thought of actually being at that spot in minutes.
But as I imagined that, I saw myself at a K-BBQ restaurant.
In a crowded restaurant where everyone is almost back to back, you have to yell at your neighbor because of the noise. The smoke of the fire fill the room with delicious smell, and the sound of the meat sizzling makes you just more impatient. Occasionally, the flame rises above the grill and wave hello, which just makes your heart leap with excitement.
Another scene was when Paul (the main character) returns home for a break is nagged by his father about being in the front. Paul said that “he does not know that a man cannot talk of such things…it is too dangerous to put these things into words.”
That made me remember the many times I took a bite into the food and when someone asked me how it tasted, I just give them the look that says “You know I can’t describe it, so don’t even ask.”
Or I just let out a long groan of happiness. 🙂
sometimes, I feel like I might have that moment where when I take a bite, fireworks explode around me. Sparks of happiness surrounding me, tickling me with joy, as every bite makes me lust for more.
These scenes remind me of all the good times I had with food, and I sit tight with eagerness, wondering as I get deeper into the novel, what other stories might my memories tell me of my life with food.
Has this ever happened to you?
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