For most of my adult and teenage life, food was wicked.
It made you fat. You had to count calories or even apples would make you fat.
If you had fun eating, if you said "yum" or licked your fingers or smiled with too much obvious pleasure, you were only one tiny step away from losing control.
I still count calories. I like being scrawny. But
I'm beginning to understand the ancient truths about the bonds formed by sharing food, by licking one's fingers in front of others who are also having a good time.
Nowadays, if I were with one of my small-screen food fun heroes, I'd write in my calorie notebook only when alone in my hotel room late at night.
The word "calorie" would not pass my lips in the company of foodies, even those who didn't speak English.
See, I think God explained it beautifully to Eve when He gently told her that an apple was not the problem.
It made you fat. You had to count calories or even apples would make you fat.
If you had fun eating, if you said "yum" or licked your fingers or smiled with too much obvious pleasure, you were only one tiny step away from losing control.
I still count calories. I like being scrawny. But
I'm beginning to understand the ancient truths about the bonds formed by sharing food, by licking one's fingers in front of others who are also having a good time.
Nowadays, if I were with one of my small-screen food fun heroes, I'd write in my calorie notebook only when alone in my hotel room late at night.
The word "calorie" would not pass my lips in the company of foodies, even those who didn't speak English.
See, I think God explained it beautifully to Eve when He gently told her that an apple was not the problem.
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