Ah, food. It used to be so simple. Time was, if you had an adequate amount, it tasted OK and it didn't make you sick, you could count yourself one of Earth's fortunate children. It was like sex that way. Now, eating is like, well, sex. You can be damn sure that however much you're getting isn't the right amount and that someone else is going about it in a much more creative, exciting fashion. Oh, and a cultured person must possess much more knowledge plus a smattering of impractical French to be counted among the fully evolved. Why, the lowly meat-and-potato-eaters wail,... More >>>