My uncle was visiting my mother today, and for lunch I went out to the fish cart and got a selection of buns with various fishy fillings. At the end of the meal, when everyone was sitting having eaten their fill, there was half a shrimp and mayo bun remaining. It was an encounter with intense craving for me, I just couldn’t let it sit there and go to waste. In the end I donated it to my stepfather, who is 82 and loves shrimps.
Over the last few years I have had a number of encounters with food... I went six months without sugar, I’ve started eating less, I’ve simplified my meals. Each time I have found my connection to food has gotten less. I still enjoy a good meal, and I still like biscuits, but I feel less food-related cravings than ever before.
Still this shrimp and mayo bun got to me. What is your relationship with food like?