Friday, July 9, 2010
the comforts of food.
Simply Recipes calls chicken and dumplings "the ultimate comfort food." A survey by About.com says that PB&J or grilled cheese sandwiches are the top comfort foods of choice. A lot of people I know define macaroni and cheese as their comfort food of choice. From what I can gather, it seems like the concept of "comfort food" is distinctly American.
But despite my memories about food and my love of eating, all I've eaten today was a salad and a couple of snickerdoodles. Yet when I looked at the mirror today, I felt perfectly fine. Good, even. That's a bit frightening, I think. Food is so essential to one's identity, more so than we realize from day to day because we, in our first-world country, take it for granted. By not eating, am I not taking it for granted as well and embodying what I loathed about people after spending so much time at Loaves & Fishes? "Starving college student" isn't enough of an identity for me. My cultural connection to food has been fading since I moved. Is this connected to my own act of fading away?