I live in a constant state of 'mouth-watering'.
Blame it on the neighbours. From they apartments, I does smell bread, chicken, steak, potatoes, coconut-milk, fish frying...
I go for a walk, I smell beef curry, chicken curry, cook-up...which is rice and black-eye peas and beef and other stuff in coconut-milk.
Yeah, I know, I don't eat meat cos I can't digest it, but me stomach can't tell me nose what to enjoy, eh? (I ain't a vegan, and I don't believe in stopping people from eating what they want to eat).
(On another note...in the future, when vegans start passing laws left, right and center, perfume-houses gon make scents that smell like food. Imagine. Eau de Beef...it might even be red).
I become such a connoisseur, tasting food via me nose, I can smell the garlic, basil, tomatoes; the oil in the curry.
I go to the supermarket or the green grocer that sell fancy imported food, and I walk up and down looking at labels and drooling, then I only buy one, two items. No wonder them security chaps does eye me up with suspicion.
Tomorrow is market-day.
Check out some o' the things I does buy:
|A fruit. Sour. Make refreshing drink.|
|Fruit. I suspect from India. Mix apple-flavour with cheese and some crunch...that's it.|
|Vegetable. Acquired taste but when you acquire it, you start craving for it.|
I so hungry, I can't bear to think about food anymore.
Lunch today is fry okro (okra) and daal and rice.
And daz how I does explore the word, Dear People. If I can't go to exotic places, lemme make where I live exotic, eh?
From here to there & every where. Sometimes nowhere. Every day is an adventure.
See you soon on your blog, xoxo.