Sunday, January 9, 2011

Food porn

This was one of many mornings I've had where I woke up before 5am to, what I'm calling, "Food Porn".  Although my food aversions have definitely outnumbered my food cravings, the cravings definitely have the best side effects.  I'm gently roused from sleep by the sight of a bowl of dry, frosted flakes topped with fresh, sliced bananas.  Barry White-esque music starts playing as ice cold milk is poured, in slow motion of course, all over the flakes and fruit, splashing in dramatic fashion.

I would say it's safe to assume that this is my body telling me that a bowl of frosted flakes and sliced bananas would make the twins happy.  And because lately it's rare that I have any desire for any specific food, I always take the suggestion of the food porn movie and consume what it tells me to.

The other, often played food porn is of a giant glass of ice cold orange juice, complete with beads of condensation dripping down the glass.  Always with some sort of swanky, boom-chicka-wow-wow music playing, of course. 

And now, at minutes from 9:00 in the morning, I shall reheat a slice of pizza from last night's pizza party.  Yes, there is food porn playing in my head now.  Stringy cheese that droops slightly from the crust to a pair of lips.

Yes, I am aware of the fact that I am just not right.

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