"You taste good!" ? An ode to the feeding woman
Recently a colleague told me seriously that she would never eat at noon. On principle. She pushed the half-full plate over to me, which only pleased me of course. When she said that the admiration of her colleagues for their consistency to cover the rest hunger, but I found it hard to swallow. Women are so hard on themselves, much harder than men. For which applies when feeding? Cliché or not? usually the motto? ? as if a dish was something you had to clear out of the way like a fallen tree. I find neither the clean and the dogged renunciation sensual.
Sensuality in the food I know from my girlfriends. Ironically. Does the unrestrained fattening woman belong to the endangered species? Today everyone is light, fat and fun free. But not Chiara, Italian with a huge appetite. Typical sentence:? Me want but still a pizza!? The emphasis in her voice is somewhere between the great opera and the general shortly before the battle? even though we have just had antipasti and everyone has inhaled a pizza and feel a slight stretching pain in the stomach area. So you ordered? how daring is that, please! ? an intermediate pizza? in front of the Pannacotta and complains about the bad habit of getting leftovers, instead of eating completely:? In Italy, you are a coward !? So, gorgeous, the Zwi-Pi is coming.
Just rustle quietly with the flip-flop
I love my girlfriend for her unbridled hunger. To eat with her? in a nice way, because Chiara would never think of stuffing herself with anything. She pays attention to whether a cook understands his craft.
Another friend of mine sets the nutritional focus elsewhere. Kristina was precocious as a foodie. Already at the age of kindergarten, she enthusiastically leafed through Bofrost's product catalogs (because her family was not a customer there). And did I create collages of photos of croquettes and ice bombs with devotion? quasi Fresskunstwerke as a wish list! Kristina still celebrates this anticipation of food. And that alone burns probably 2/3 of the calories. With her there is sometimes a loss of culinary control. You just have to rustle quietly with a flip-flop.
"The Cheat Day is the binge drinking of the mid-thirties !?, philosophizes one more case: Natalie. Where everyone around her is fast-track or half-marathon, is she a revolution? do not treat yourself to a "Mogeltag"? a week, but four. "Today I'm not going to dinner, today I'm thinking? ? She consistently reverses the unanimous slogan of Wolfgang Neuss: "Everyone always wants to live in the moment. This is too exhausting for me to constantly have on the screen, whether something unfavorable on stomach, legs, butt affects.?
My Italian Nimmersatt-Chiara does yoga for the here and now. But with her, she is actually eating. Mostly: When I allow myself to touch the last piece of Zwi-Pi, her fork almost lands in the back of my hand. Is the vehemence also related to her annoying intermediate lover? She looks at me perplexed: "What has a man please with my eating behavior to do ??
