Food

I just saw something in passing on the Web about special ham that goes for 2100 dollars a pound and was going to write something scathing about class warfare and figurative cannibalism, but then I stopped because I realized how many people on my friends’ list are really into food and who might think I was firing shots at them.

I’m not, but I gotta say, I don’t get it. See, here’s my orientation to food:

1. Hungry? Eat something. Move on.
2. Thirsty? Drink something. Move on.
3. In a hurry? Eat something quick. Move on.
4. Got some time and want to do something nice for someone? Cook a good dinner for them. Eat it. Move on.
5. Got some spare money and want to enjoy a nice experience? Go out to a good dinner. Eat it. Move on.

Operative words being, “move on.” It’s food — here then gone. Fuel. Sustenance. That’s all.

Great meals stand out for me in my memory, of course, but that’s always more about the circumstances than the food — the millieu, the social scene, etc. Good food’s an accent for me, not a central point.

I like good food, like finding new foods, etc. But television shows about, or an entire network devoted to, food? Huh? (Bourdain I make a very occasional exception for because again, I don’t think his shows are really about food.)

Anyway…just letting you know that if you see me going off about food in the future, keep this in mind.