Do you eat to live or live to eat? That is the question of the meal shall we say…
Thank you, now please answer it.
I know whatever meal I receive, I must be greatful for the oppertunity to be fed. I eat to live, to survive.
You do enjoy food, right?
Oh, I enjoy food very much so. I feel that by isolating one particular food or meal, I can lose sight of the concepts of hunger. I want to eat more than only craving one single type of food prepared a certain way. You could argue I love food the most because I regard it like a relative of mine.
First off, no one likes, loves food more than me. You can take that to the bank. I know I must eat to survive and I know life itself is rich when I take the time plan a epic meal with my best company. Maybe you just have weird relatives?
I know life is precious. You think I don’t know life is precious? Regardless of how weird anyone is, they still get hungry.
So I was right? Honestly though, them weird ones can cook. A chef is an artist and artist are weird.
The weirder the better.