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A Foodie'S High Five Introduction

Food is just not food until and unless it makes you physically satiated...Good food is like a good make out session with your lover.It should leave you content but also keep your craving alive for another round.

Many of us view the gastronomical world in a very serious way.Food has to speak and capture your senses and be all that.But honestly if you think about it then food just needs to attract you..the rest will be done by your own body and your senses.

Like,for example,when you were in College,there was this one particular person you were immensely attracted to.You could never figure out the reason as to what attracted you about that person.Whether it was the look in their eyes or the sound of their voice or simply the way their fingers brushed that wild lock of hair falling on the face --- you never knew and you still don't.But what it meant was every time it happened your cardio vascular organ went into overdrive and impregnated your body with senses and desires you didn't have any idea about previously.

Its the same with food.Food has the innate ability to attract you.It can draw you towards it like a fly to the flame.However as our choices differ regarding various things in life...hence does our association with food.Some are immensely attracted to the rich and royal taste of Mughlai food while some prefer the quintessential charm of a continental fare.Others like the warmth and cuddly efficacy of Italian cuisine while others still like to smack their senses with a Spanish palate....So you see the choices differ according to the individuality of a person.

I have often said and believed in the phrase that you can say a lot about a person by the food he eats.For the food we eat is nothing more than a mere extension of our identity.Hence the food that you like,prefer,fantasize and even sometimes dislike says a lot about you.

My relation with food has always been a good one.Though in the initial days of my childhood we were quite at loggerheads.It didn't like me and hence caused me lot of grief through various chemical and physical processes.While I being the stubborn ass that I am managed to kick its butt with bottles of antacids,pep-tides and digestive enzymes.After the battle of KHANAPAT ended when I reached the age of 10,I finally decided to make amends and well,sat and had serious conversation - Woman to stomach.I promised i would never call in outside forces of certain white coat soldiers with stethoscopes and antacid grenades as long as my stomach promised not to rebel at the slightest contact of unknown food and flavors.So since then we have been on really good terms.What can I say...I'm really cute.

Well so that's been the story till now...and hence I'm here to share my love affair with food and the people who make it...so that all the foodies know they are not the only ones hypnotized by the various delicious elements available on this planet and in the outer galaxies.I'm here too.





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