Obsession with Food

        Fatigue overcomes me and I settle at a table. An elderly waitress, in her 60s, hands the menu gently to me, her hands as fragile as china, her cheeks as ripe as peaches. Time for food, I glance at the vibrant colors of the menu and rifle through it again and again, knowing that it is impossible for me not to eat everything! I consider the chef’s recommendations and I think for a while: food is for one’s pleasure, as well as to survive but I shouldn’t strain my brain just to pick what I want to eat.               

        Finally, inspiration dawns, I resolve on the pig’s descendants in the form of glistening ham and cascading sausages on piquant fried rice. Last but not least, a towering mound of tempting trifle. A tasty treat indeed!