The FULL Gospel of NOM!

Please open your menu to the first page of Bamola. Chapter one, verse one.

Before August 4th, 2002 I would just eat to eat. Who cares what it was or what is in it. Just chomp and thank God for a full belly. Gradually though, I noticed that I was slowing down in the duration of time it took to finish my meals. Something in me demanded a change, a rerouting so to speak. After spending time in Japan and seeing the appreciation the Japanese have for food, my thinking on cooking, prepping and consuming has changed. It takes me like 20 minutes to eat what would take anyone else 5 minutes to finish. I at times am kind of embarrassed that others sit and wait for me to finish like I am a child who plays with her food for the first 20 minutes and finally thinks, “oh, it’s time to go,” and shovels it all in. I actually thought my slow eating practices were because I was getting older. But whatevs.

When watching Japanese cooking shows they practically shove the camera in the food. You see the bubbles, the juices, the textures and the steam. They are all right there, amazingly enough, not forming condensation on your screen. I don’t see how anyone can not have a food fetish after leaving that country…unless you are grossed out by “exotic” foods.