I would like to not apologize in advance for the fact that what follows strays significantly from the stated purpose of this blog. As the editor in chief and reader of this blog, I have overridden the discrepancy and made a dispensation for the topic. Furthermore, I stand prepared to be heavily criticized for these beliefs, especially by that interesting group of humans known as “foodies,” a term that is almost as laughable as “soup.”
The foodies might say I am boorish, uncouth, or pedestrian in my tastes, but I believe in something nobler than paragraph long menu descriptions. Do I love food? I don’t know. But I eat it, and I have found that often my satisfaction with these experiences has little to do with what I’m consuming, and everything to do with everything else. Thus, without further ado, I present some of my humbly correct opinions on food and the partaking of it:
If it’s good enough to be eaten once, it’s good enough to be eaten every day.
The more predictable meals are, the better. This applies, of course, to a meal’s existence and set time.
Temperature is more important than taste.
Anything can qualify as a meal as long as it fills you up. Thus a meal could feasibly consist of consist of a spoonful of peanut butter, some chocolate chips, plain cooked rice, and a Ritz cracker.
Coffee should be taken either with something crunchy or with chocolate, and it should be taken either in a café with friends or while reading something at home.
The finished product of a meal or dish as well as individual ingredients are equal candidates for consumption, without shame.
One should not have to wait for others if there is a chance of food or drink losing its optimal temperature.
It is acceptable to pick out one’s favorite parts of a dish with one’s fingers, as well as take at least one bite from the serving dish before beginning what is on one’s own plate. And the center of the brownies can be cut out if you don’t want any crust.
All noises of food consumption are reprehensible and must be concealed. Once the food enters the mouth it should no longer be heard or seen.
Texture is also more important than taste.
Spoons are the preferred eating utensil for all kinds of food.
A good meal is the happy phenomenon of when your innermost food desires are satisfied at the right time, at the right temperature, and with the right people.
Eating with company is nice unless you want to eat alone, and then other people should go away.
If you’ll notice, nothing was said about the quality or taste of food. This is not because these things don’t matter, but because (in my correct opinion) they are secondary issues. Bring on the angry foodie rampage.