Virtual reality
When you’re sick, food is weird.
I love food. And these days I look at something fantastic, like the bars my mother made for me over Christmas, and I can understand intellectually how good they are. But I have absolutely no interest in eating them. It’s like I’m looking at my refrigerator through some sort of virtual-reality helmet.
I think there are people to whom eating is just a mechanical function – they eat to live. There are people who honestly “forget to eat.” I’m not one of those people. So being sick takes away something essential from my personality – that pleasure you get from eating something wonderful, or even just something familiar and comforting. (I make some killer homemade macaroni and cheese, for example.) More than anything, that’s what’s making me impatient to feel better.
cheese fries!
not for nothing, but if you’re gonna boast of a killer mac and cheese recipe then I for one would like to see it (provided it’s simple). FYI, my girlfriend recently found m&c recipe by that deathless shrieker Patti LaBelle that was, honestly, heavenly.