A dear friend of mine insists that carrots are her favourite food. Carrots. There was not a food on this planet that I could throw in her mouth that she thinks she would love more than carrots.
The tiny conversation we had around our favourite foods changed everything for me. I realised that being fat or thin is actually genetic after all. The act of eating a carrot sets off a feel-good, love-my-life, endorphin rush in my mate's brain, and only the sanctimonious one in mine.
"What's your favourite food?" I asked her.
"Carrots," she replied.
"Carrots?" I said, my brow crinkling in disbelief.
"Roasted with honey? Carrot cake? In, what, like a pie? A carrot pie?"
"No, just raw. Crunchy. Why?" she said, noticing that my lip was curled in something approximating distaste. "What's wrong with carrots?"
"Nothing!" I said, in my best reassuring voice. "I really like carrots. It's just that...well..."
"What? What's wrong with carrots? They're a good food, I absolutely love them."
"More than green chicken curry?"
"More than chocolate mousse?"
"Pasta? Steak? Cheese? Oh my god, more than cheese?"
"Yes, Bron, more even than cheese. For gods sake, can't I just have my favourite food and not be judged so harshly? I won't judge yours, I promise. What's your favourite food?"
Oh, let me see... in no particular order (and I apologise for omissions), my favourite foods are:
- Cashew nuts (but also walnuts, almonds, macadamia nuts, brazil... any nuts)
- Yoghurt (but not those thin wimpy yoghurts, I like those greek-style yoghurts that are really desserts)
- Porridge with (lots of) brown sugar
- Anything that comes encased in flaky pastry
Cheese, nuts, buttter... You can see what I'm up against here. No wonder I'm a fattyboomsticks and my friend looks like carrots are her favourite food.
What's your honest-to-goodness-or-badness-we-won't-judge favourite food?
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