My relationship with food had to have started in the womb. My mother was Italian so that accounts for the genetic part.
I was in my early 20’s when I was sitting in the lunch room with a co-worker when she pointed out that I moaned when I ate. I thought she was crazy. And then it happened: I took a bite of whatever it was I was eating and moaned – involuntarily. I kept eating and I kept moaning. I truly don’t know when that unique behavior started for me but it has certainly become a trait that has endeared me to my friends and family.
I once dated a guy who was a good bit larger than I was and he marveled at the amount of food I could pack away. Invariably, I would eat my meal and part of his. He couldn’t believe I didn’t weigh over 200 lbs. It was rather curious.
I’m writing about this because very few meals pass when I don’t wonder what the food will be like wherever I’m going. Will I finally live up to the USDA pyramid guidelines for fruits and vegetables? Will I become a vegan? Do they have LACTAID in developing countries? For now, I will eat my meals mindfully…