My relationship with food had been in the cold for a while. I had no specific desire for anything. My taste bud seems to have fallen into a winter coma. C has even started taking over the rein in the kitchen. When I do my daily browsing at others’ food blogs, it didn’t stir up any yearning to taste those mouth-watering dishes, until few weeks ago.
I stumbled upon a new Korean drama series (Wild Romance) which had me glued to the screen laughing out loud and grinning like an ape. After picking up my jaw, I emerged from the K-drama fever longing for kimchi, makkoli, ramen and barbecue meat. It seems like such a long time that I last wanted to eat some in particular.
Last night, I made myself a mini feast of seared pork belly, eaten with condiments like kimchi, fresh green lettuces, sliced raw garlic and green chilis, and washing it all down with some hot sake. That was a total satisfaction. Following that, I went on to made chendol, all from scratch. At this moment, as I am writing this, the smell of banana bread infuse house (will be shared later as I am tweaking the recipes).
I come to realise that my state of mind has been affecting my taste in food, from what I choose to eat, to how I season my food. While dark chocolate and bananas are my reliefs to pain and unhappiness. I am still trying to go on meat-free diets for at least a couple of days a week with the reflection of being the herbivorous nature has intended for me. While my conflicting thoughts arise from time to time with regards to my food issues, I believe food is who and what we are.
