What is Food? What Does it Represent?


Now we are getting somewhere! Okay, perhaps not now. In the strictest dictionary definition of the word, any substance that offers electricity is food. By that definition, a Twinkie is a meal, even though I doubt few here could agree, myself protected. So what’s food, surely? Food, to me, is one of the most crucial elements of truly living, and I do not mean that sincerely, as it’s a requirement to keep from losing away. Frankly, I love meals. I don’t suggest that inside the “I love to consume” feel, even though I love to consume, it is deeper than the mere act of swallowing. I love food – the aromas, the textures, the flavors, the camaraderie. While I understand that no longer every person is a foodie, it amazes me that human beings may be so blase on the subject of what they put into their bodies. What you place into your body turns into your body.

Okay, so let’s return to camaraderie. Or socializing. Call it what you will; however, it is one of the most vital aspects of eating. Humans have the awesome privilege of being the simplest animal that doesn’t, in reality, eat, however, “dine.” Dining is more than stuffing meals down one’s gullet and transferring them. Dining is a part of the revel in of meals. “Breaking bread” with different humans has been a part of human enjoyment because of time immortality. When a tribal hunting birthday celebration brings an animal, the hunter that killed the beast (or the person providing the arrow relying on the subculture) doles out the beef. Eating will become a pageant of sharing. Today, I feed you; I may need you to provide me for the following day. Think of any gathering of the circle of relatives or buddies. I bet that whenever you accumulate with others for a terrific time, there is food involved. Cooking for someone else is an act of affection and respect. To acquire food cooked by way of another shows that they have difficulty in your properly-being.


If you doubt me, think of people’s emotions toward those who hoard their meals. Or humans that refuse to devour different people’s meals. The feelings attached to meals and food supply are why I usually sacrifice my eating regimen when someone attempts to cook dinner for me. If I go to my mom’s and they cook spaghetti, I consume it. I might not constantly need to devour it. However, the social aspect is more important than the meals in that scenario. Rejecting something that a person placed the electricity into making for you is usually considered an insult if you do not have an allergic reaction to said food. It isn’t honestly a rejection of the meals; it’s miles a sacrifice of the man or woman.

Unfortunately, the US subculture places little emphasis on food. Largely, food is not anything more than presenting gas. Few people right here experience meals in the manner that the French or Italians revel in food, as something extra than some combination of carbohydrates, proteins, and fats. Perhaps I should say that the emphasis on food is of the wrong type. As a culture, we hate meals. It’s simply something required to stay alive, or even then, we cannot agree on what meals to devour. We’ve allowed agencies to decide “what’s meals” and appear to have forgotten the maximum fundamental task of nourishing ourselves. The problem with that is that organizations have a little issue with your well-being, except it, one way or the other, positively affects their backside lines. Why allow someone who does not care about you to be like someone else?

The word “soul meals” continues in my head while penning this. Those two little words say a bargain. Think approximately it…” soul food.” Food in your soul. It’s more than mere nourishment. While maximum “soul food” isn’t always the full, healthy fare, it emphasizes dining, sharing, and the network placed into the food. It’s something given from one to another to provide more than simply electricity. That’s food to me. To spend an hour or extra of a while to cook dinner for every other is pretty an expression. It each shows and adds to the price of a court.

To surely experience a culture, you truly should revel in its food. In college, I took a Spring Break experience in Cancun, Mexico. Off the top of my head, my food was largely eaten at Outback Steakhouse, Hard Rock Cafe, Subway, McDonald’s, and whatever different US-based chains we got here across. Obviously, at age 20, I wasn’t there to enjoy the area’s gastronomy (allow’s be frank, I changed into there to drink tequila and have a birthday celebration). For my honeymoon, I went to Acapulco, Mexico, and in reality, I got out and ate at some of the nearby restaurants, clearly experiencing Mexican delicacies. Both journeys were awesome in their manner. But from the point of view of cultural revel in, Acapulco becomes a lot higher, the reality that I become in Cancun largely being irrelevant aside from the drinking age and the pores and skin shade of the employees. It wasn’t solely the meals, but that may be a predominant part of it.

Some might imagine that I’ve just become the act of consuming something that it is not. But it is handiest within the past half-century or so that food has taken the position of mere fuel. It’s only because the commercial complex started out cooking for us that ingesting has been an “at the run” affair. When we’re too busy to nourish our bodies properly, times are bad for certain. Other cultures – for instance, Mexico, Italy, and Argentina – place a most important emphasis on socializing during meals. Long lunches, more than one route dinners, complex dishes organized lovingly by a mother for hours, all shared with the immediate and extended circle of relatives and pals. June Cleaver in no way allows a display to give up without making sure Wally and Beaver have been properly fed. Food creates a family and a network.

While we don’t all delight in ingesting with others, you can nevertheless give your meals the attention they deserve by way of eating at a desk, not watching TV, no longer surfing the Internet, and perhaps now not even analyzing an e-book. I’m responsible for doing other things even as consuming, though I am working on that. Food is, and has to be, a revel in. Take the time to have fun with every chunk that you take. Take the smells sha, des, and textures. Put effort and time into your food; the time you put into getting ready appropriate meals for you and your family is an attempt you’re getting to caring for yourself and others.

Ensure you’re cooking flavorful, excessive, first-class meals so that it is something to get excited about. If you cannot cook dinner, analyze. If you do not have the time, reprioritize. Why eat when you can dine? So with all that, I’ll give up by pronouncing “Respect Your Food. Respect Yourself.” Scott has posted two articles in “The Performance Menu, Journal of Health and Athletic Excellence.” The first article, published in Issue 26 (March 2007), was titled “The Spice of Life” and explored the myriad health blessings of consisting of several common herbs and spices for your cooking. The 2nd article, “Absolutely Offal,” was posted in Issue 33 (October 2007) and explored recipes for cooking the most nutritious of meats, organ meats.