Saturday, November 13, 2010
.:. Nom nom .:.
You are what you eat.
How true is this statement? I don't exactly know. Somehow this random blog idea just popped up in mind when I woke up one morning. Then I took the morning breakfast time to slowly ponder it. Actually, it kinda applies to me. (I was thinking of trying to convert this post into another inspirational post since I haven't done any in such a long time, but couldn't connect the ideas, hence I'm using my profile as an experiment for you readers to use as an example and see if this is true XD). I know Ryan did before a food post too, but what I'm trying to steer this towards is not how you eat, but rather what.
So let's get the ball rolling...or the food chewing whichever you prefer hehe.
Anyone who knows me will know that I luv chilli, no secret of the century here. Almost, I mean ALMOST, all food taste better with chilli in it. It's like me. Life's a bore. So you just gotta add some "chilli" into it to spice up your life ma. And the spice that each individual adds are different. I enjoy certain things in life that others dun (ok many others dun), and likings that allow me to relate others too. I actively seek things to fufil my life, tats it! Yes some might argue that adding chilli spoils the original taste of the food, but to me it heightens the flavour :). But when I eat chilli, I don't spam it to the point that I eat chilli literally. My chilli threshold isn't that great ironically, but of a reasonable standard at least. If I were to spam too much "chilli" in life, I think I would freak out. I like things just nice, not too excessive. Quote from my friend, I am Shy. I wan spice, not an explosion. Just enough to brighten the day, not dehydrate me. Nothing too frightening, just a touch of tingling feeling on my tongue to awaken my senses to the joys in life. The hint of spiciness that lingers on after a great day :)
I like food. I guess as long as its tasty (by my definitions which is in turn governed by the tongue of mine) I should like it. I like variety more than quantity. Say I rather have an assortment of meat, rather than a plate of the best chicken chop on the planet. Its about sampling the different flavours out there in life, trying to bring myself to comprehend what it feels like for others to love that particular kind of food that much. Its acceptance of the variety of people and feelings around and within me. I like to think about things, accept point of views taken from other's perspectives, especially if its from an angle I've never thought of before. I guess thats why I sometimes have inspirational posts popping into my head from time to time.
However, my liking of variety has a fullstop at a point when things go out of norm. I'm talking about the kind of...erm...should I say "funky" food that people tend to come up these days. Examples would be like Fried Mars Bars...and...ok my brain ain't exactly functioning at full capacity today so I can't think of anything else (no offence to Fried Mars Bars lovers out there, fyi my best bud loves that too). Its just the unconventional food in general that I don't fancy. There's always this "traditional" part of me that says "Hey that's weird, don't eat it.". Don't get me wrong, I understand the novelty of such ideas and that it could actually taste good, but that dosen't me I have to be in it. I might wear what my parents term as trendy for teens my age, but I still hold onto very traditional values that have been taught to me. I condone it, but I'm still me in the end. Imperfection at its best.
Lastly, its "I eat what I get". I know this is more under "how you eat" than "what you eat", but its where I'm going from is that my eating style affects what I eat to a certain extent. I am not a choosy person when I can help it. Like in ns for example, I eat what is served. Some might say its no choice, but its like I eat everything they serve, rather then tell the auntie "I dun want that.". So how's this like me. I'm a super accomodating person, sometimes to the point I dun like it myself (thou not often). I take what life dishes out at me, and I swallow it down my throat. I might complain bout the disgusting taste when I'm chewing through it, but in the end it will still end up in my belly. I'm not forceful by nature, but rather accepting. I would rather eat what you've cooked for me, than to tell you and break your heart that I don't like it.
So am I what I eat? I would say yes...for these points that I have thought of so far. But now that I am at the end of this post, and I dunnoe how to appropriate end this, here's something for you. Instead of "you are what you eat", can it be "you eat what you are"? Happy thinking folks :)
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