MinJungKim.com Braindump v 6.0 Gah. I’m still doing this?

Anthropomorphizing food

I was talking with Miss Jane the other day about the notion of talking to food.

She was having lengthy cooing conversations with her bbq.

I decided to speak lovingly to my glass of soy milk. Sweet and kind, soothing and understanding Soy Milk.

Gavin tenderly wooed his Crepe.

There’s more to this than Kogepan (burnt toast with abandonment issues).

Does food taste better when you anthropomorphize it?

Or does this make us more canibalistic in mindset?

Certainly when taking communion at church, I prefer *not* to think of it as actually being human flesh.

But then again freaky things have happened as such before.

Sorry, did that make your pastrami sandwhich seem less than appetizing now?
Oh poor sweet, lovely and tasty pastrami sandwhich. Come to momma. I’ll always want you.

That’s just the kind of weird creepy behaviour that gives me hope in the human race.

I don’t often talk to my food; about the closest I get to conversing with food is swearing at particularly difficult entrees. Any noodle dish that requires me to use chopsticks to consume, for example.

When she’s stressed, Kat will order a steamed lobster and then greet it with a gleeful, “Hello, my friend, I’m going to eat you now.” Once she propped up the front half of the lobster so it was facing her while she ate the tail and claw meat, as if it were watching her, and she would occasionally assure it that it was indeed a very tasty lobster. I think there had been some beer consumption prior to the lobster’s arrival.

Maybe.

Step away from the pastrami sandwich, lady. I’m hungry.

My peanut-butter and jam sandwiches always talk. Their favourite phrases are “Hey, how ya doin’?” and “S’allrighdt”