Breakfast. It is said that it is the most important meal for anyone, so let me start with that.
My typical breakfast consists of half a loaf of pessimism and a bowl of apathy. Two weeks ago I was pleasantly surprised to see a small helping of optimism upon waking up. I thought hey, this is not my usual fare. But I gave it a try anyway, and realised that this is what’s been missing for my breakfast.
So I decided to always have it for breakfast. But after a few days the bowl of apathy started to annoy me. It clashed with the pleasant tang of optimism. Unfortunately, I couldn’t let go of it as my body craves for it, adding to yet another bitter taste to swallow every morning.
For lunch, I usually eat light. A cup of paranoia-flavoured rice and a small helping of anxiety-marinated pork would usually suffice. This is mostly because lunch is like rush hour to me, and I don’t want to go rushing about on a full stomach. The rice’s flavour induces a steady state in me as I go about preparing for the work day and the pork arouses me into action.
Then I met someone who made me try a new dish. She called it grilled faith in humble sauce.
That was nearly a disaster.
The spices weren’t to my liking, and I wasn’t that keen on changing my usual fare for something so profoundly tasty yet takes time to get used to.
On to dinner then.
Now dinner is different. I usually take it between 7 to 10 in the evening. Quite a gap, I know, but my stomach tends to get finicky during the evening.
I seldom eat rice for dinner. Instead, may main course would consist of either a big platter of sautéed contemplation or two helpings of braised introspection. It is usually accompanied by fresh objective salad in honesty sauce. For dessert, a small cup of frozen pain would usually do. Or, if I’m feeling a bit adventurous, a slice or two of spiked anger cake.
After dinner, comes the interesting part. Depending on how things went during the day, I usually eat junk food like crispy love flakes or salted happiness. I know it’s not healthy, but hey, at least I don’t eat too much of it.
It’s quite true that we are what we eat. We are defined by the food we choose to eat and why we chose it. It’s ironic then that, despite it being a necessity, we often take no notice of what we eat. What about you? Have you noticed what you have been eating lately?

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