Food

I flip through the magazines about it. I definitely cannot be engaged in its making but I certainly look for people who can fetch me some of it. Sadly, the realization has come to me today but it happened to me years back, when someone said to me, "you eat as if the food is going to perish from the entire world tomorrow". Its ecstasy. It is solace when that cheezy bite makes me forget my break up pangs! I am glad that I can realize how my tongue is so very diplomatic. It accepts and enjoys every dish! Home made to the local street food and the High end hotel dishes. From Indian, to continental to Mughlai to Italian to Greek to anything one can name. Taking into account that I am one spendthrift personality of my house, my eyes still manage to look at price tags on items that I like, my mind tilts to logic at times if any article does not look "worth it". But with Food, there are no boundaries! No logic and tilt works. My eyes instead fall on the description of the dish and my mind wonders how would that dish taste in my mouth! As i gulp it down with its enchanting smells and flavours, the waitor looks at me and knows that he is going to get a tip from me sure as I am about to order at his hotel. whats that magical something in it that makes my mind go boggle and blog?? I am still wondering.. and eating.. :)