I missed a tuna-fish sandwich with mayo on toasted wheat bread more than anything. Six months after I went vegan, I snuck into a deli and took one home. And, of course, it wasn't nearly as good as I fantasized. It tasted, well, fishy.
If I could eat whatever I wanted every day, I would have Domino's pizza with pasta carbonara inside every slice. And at night, I would have Neapolitan ice cream until I felt absolutely toxic. And then I would drift off telling myself, 'It's going to be O.K... It's going to be O.K. you're going to train in the morning.'
In a strange city, I connect through food and fantasy.
One of the strange things about imaginary food is that it allows us to take pleasure in reading about things that we would never want to eat in real life.
Dream food day, hmm - maybe a hamburger and fries, but honestly, it's not really a dream because I tend to eat what I want to for the most part.
I love spaghetti and sex, sometimes together. My dream of heaven is walking naked through fields of pasta fazool.
To suggest that organic vegetables, which cost far more than conventional produce, can feed billions of people in parts of the world without roads or proper irrigation may be a fantasy based on the finest intentions. But it is a cruel fantasy nonetheless.
Sometimes I dress like what I want for lunch, because all I can think about is having a tuna sandwich.
Unlike most expectant moms, I haven't had cravings to eat anything fancy. But on one day, I felt like eating kulfi. In the next hour, every possible flavour of kulfi in all shapes and sizes were laid out in front of me.
Goat curry and a female librarian, that's what I'm in the mood for.
I hate to cook, but I love to eat. I would want to be able to conjure yummy and healthy meals by wiggling my nose!
I would like magical palm tree that had a lot of shade with instead of coconuts there's just peanut butter jelly sandwiches with cheetos underneath. And my wife that is always happy and possibly naked.
Adrian sifted through the bags and pulled out a slice of coconut cream. "If I were a dragon, this is what I'd go for." I didn't argue, mainly because that statement had no logical argument.
Don't you expect a rainbow coming out of the tub of bacon strips at the end of the buffet line?
