dreamfoods

the argentinian writer Jorge Luis Borges writes of a man who cant stop imagining blue tigers, a coin that cannot be forgotten, of small disks that drive a man mad in his short stories.

i can completely obsessed by food. i'm thinking about the meal i'm going to eat after the one i'm about to sit down to while i'm still full from the meal before.
In borges' short stories the man dreaming of tigers end up in a cell surrounded by drawings on the wall of the unforgettable tigers, within which are pictures of tigers, containing pictures of tigers, ad infinitum.
I wonder if i will wind up in a room surrounded by sketches of plates of food, within plates of food disguising other plates of food.

a chef i once knew complained of being completely obsessed by food , that he couldn't stop thinking about food and cooking, at the time i couldn't see the problem. now im not so sure. the worst part is i'm not even dreaming of delicious amazing foods of amazing flavour. sometimes its just white bread with cheese. couscous with some raisins and tumeric. momos. muesli. porridge. i'm trapped in a glass cage of desirable and not so desireable foods.

oh and if you haven't read borges. do. now. you will be satsified.

its almost hell