Food is a God-given gift, a reward for the miseries of human existence. Just think of the chances that in the never-ending universe of eternal cold, exploding stars and deadly radiation we are blessed to have complex protein-based life evolved to the point where we can enjoy enjoy 16 varieties of utterly scrumptuous edible shrimp, hundred of sorts of very diverse fragrant spices and all the astounding array of various grapevines that produce an infinite variety of most excquisite wine noses and bouquets. Even before enjoying the taste, food is about gratitude, feeling thankful for the precious one quadrillionth of the chance that you can have it.
What you eat becomes your physical body, which is the temple of your soul. It is our choice whether to build this temple with dried dung bricks or blocks of Carrara marble.
This is how I have figured out my priorities: I rather spend two hours cooking in the kitchen than absorbing mindless drivel on TV made with the sole objective to trick me into watching the commercials.<
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