Obsession with Food

        I am replete, as stuffed as a horse-hair sofa, as beached as a hump-back whale. I can hardly breathe, I can hardly move but I manage to stagger into the street. My food odyssey is over, reality is revisited, and I’m back in the world of belching fumes, over-heated concrete and cacophonous sounds!               

       What an experience! I have scaled the heights of culinary delights and must now retrace my steps to more mundane matters. My personal Nirvana is behind me!