Food... I can't help noticing that nothing makes me happier (and I'm a pretty happy person) than good food. I simply love it. It effects me emotionally in a brilliantly positive way.
Don't get me wrong... I'm a gay man performing in a nude review show... I watch what I eat. I have to. But, secretly, I don't want to.
I experienced it today.
I had been dancing in an audition and was tired and sweaty and a little miserable at the thought of having to do a show afterwards. On the way to the theatre, I picked up some sushi for dinner. Just regular old sushi. Some tuna rolls, shrimp nigiri, salmon sashimi, yellow snapper and a cup of miso soup... Nothing remarkable there.
I clumped into my dressing room, also armed with a starbucks peppermint tea and a bottle of diet coke (i couldn't decide what drink I wanted) and set myself down to feast. Needless to say, fifteen wasabi and pickled ginger enhanced minutes later, I was content, relaxed, full and rearing to go for tonight's show. It's amazing.
Though I may not speak for everyone on this matter, food to me is one of life's greatest gifts and a pleasure I enjoy whole heartedly. I adore flavour, texture and smell. I'm fascinated by the intricacies of sweet and sour and hot and sharp and mellow and smoky and salty and bitter and the different feelings and emotions they create.
I'm not a religious person, but if I had to put my faith in something, I'd raise my glass to Dionysus- God of wine and feasting. He seems like my kind of guy.
Though I work out and do my best to keep trim in an age of gym membership and muscle addiction I'm pretty sure that inside, the inner me is a short, tubby and very smiley child sitting before an ethereal table spread with wonderful things to eat.
Cheers everybody... Eat, drink and be merry x
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