“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?