My First Awakening

I've realised that I enjoy good food. In fact, the thing I miss most about New York was the fact that I had access to the best cooked meals ever.

No, I didn't use to eat outside, or use a catering service. I happen to be related to a world renowned chef, I refer to her as "Didi". Now, don't get me wrong I truly love her and for a lot of reasons. I mean lets face it, if it weren't for her I wouldn't be half the man I am today (literally and figuratively!).

Now, you have to realise my "Didi" happened to contribute a lot to my life such as wisdom, street smarts, confidence, arrogance, love and a tattoo.

However, the thing that stands out most about her and makes me realise exactly how far away I am from her, is the simple fact that I find myself very hungry most of the time (Something that never used to happen back in NYC).

I'm talking about lasagna, pork chops, pork curry, steaks, beef chili, lemon chicken, lemon cheese cake, brownies, even healthy food like grilled chicken and the occasional salad was made edible. Now we're not talking about normal food, we're talking about the cheesiest lasagna's ooozzing with meatsauce and jalapenos galore. Trully makes your mouth water. The steaks oh so tender, that you actually contemplate for all of 1 second the cow that was sacrificed. The cheese cake, cookie crumb base with soft creamy center. The salad... Umm... Leafy.

What is the point of this entire post you ask? Well it's simple, food is underrated. Sex or Food? Bet you wouldn't know what to chose. And No! Sex and Food is not a third option.

Oh another thing, believe it or not I love her for more than just her cooking. Atleast I think I do. No wait I do, I mean come on, who do you think used to clean up my diapers?

Note: Didi stands for Surrogate Mom, aunt, friend, confidant and every other role that needs to be filled. Come to think of it, in soccer terms Didi's play your attackers, midfield and defense.