MissRuthie12

Erma Bombeck said, “I am not a glutton- I am an explorer of food”, and thank the heavens for her because I have just found my alibi. Food in my life has been my clutch, my back bone, and the shoulder that will let me eat a plate off of. It is one of my vital pleadings to God...."please, heavenly father, let there be food in heaven", and though i endeavor to be sincere, it is inevitable not to catch a smile and envision the most impeccable feast my eyes could ever behold. I imagine a galore of savory desserts, with the best delicacy’s from every country, to those simple but essential snacks we can’t live without. Hence, it’s quite frank that food is my comfort but just like in Like Water for Chocolate, by Laura Esquivel, food also unleashes an overflowing flood of embarrassing-hilarious-imperfectly perfect memories. Memories which in some way or the other have crafted and shaped me into who I am today. I have a terrible obsession with quotes, I know I need an intervention but something funny i came across was "An onion can make people cry, but there has never been a vegetable invented to make them laugh."-Will Rogers. I paused for a second raised my brow and did the hmmm face contemplating his theory. Yet I realized that even though a specific vegetable has not been intended to make one laugh, vegetables or food in general have brought a great deal of laughter and happiness by bringing together family’s on holidays or simply to share great food and conversation.

I believe that food in literature can be one million times infinity possibilities. It can be whatever fantasy or figment is composed up in the writer’s crafty brain. What astounds me to a great extent is the fact that food equals immortality. This is true because some recipes clutch and grip traditions from generations long ago which still continue to be passed down today. Also, the whole cycle of life with food being a necessity for survival and keeping humanity going by rearing children and all those interesting theories and facts. Yet, what caught my eye was I love to write simply because I feel that is where my immortality lies. Just imagining someone reading my words while I’m decaying 6 feet under is surreal; the mere thought fills me with an unexplainable bliss. Then I thought hmmm... I love to eat immensely amid writing and probably one of the great reasons I love to eat as much is the same as writing-immortality. Therefore, I have concluded that the emotion of ‘immortality” I feel is a brilliant hope, this silver lining of optimism. In the great words of Garfield, “"Diet is die with a 't."”, so no on diets for me because I’ll hunger the greatest poverty and have my flame of hope and happiness blown out. Thus, I’ll keep my flame lit with scrumptious food and insightful writing and live an equilibrium of harmony.