So, I’ve noticed something about my readers; ya’ll are just a bunch of foodies 🙂
Seriously, every time I post about something philosophical or about my life, I get practically no views, likes, etc., on that day, but on the days that I write about some kind of food-related topic, I gain approximately ten followers. This has led me to the conclusion that people really like food.
The funny thing is, if ya’ll like food so much, why do you read about it? Doesn’t it just make your mouth positively water with all the possibilities of deliciousness? Why read about it? Me, I would read maybe the first two lines, get a craving, and before you could say “Bob’s your Uncle” I’d be in the kitchen making myself some cheesie taters accompanied by sweet tea, southern-style.
But I guess you, my dear reader, have different desires than I do, and enjoy torturing yourself. Well, I wish you the best of luck with that endeavor. “May the odds be ever in your favor,” or something like that. You know what the ironic thing is? The fact that I have tagged things like, “food”, “blog”, or “reader” on this post will bring people here to read it. Oh, irony abounds.
Seriously, though, why do you want to read about food? I just can’t wrap my mind around it, I’m sorry. When I want to read about food, I read about food, but I do it with actual, physical, eatable (edible?) food in my hands or near me. I don’t want to torture my body; it hasn’t done anything to deserve that! Your poor, poor body runs around for you all day, and you want to kill it slowly and agonizingly by reading about the food of others rather than making your own. Shameful.