The Economics Of Our Dining Choices: Morality Measure?
If we’re going to measure morality based on what we eat, let’s examine the food on our plates first.
If we’re going to measure morality based on what we eat, let’s examine the food on our plates first.
We are all angry. Seething and out for blood. Where do we go from here? The pandemic has been the arsenic cherry on the difficult lessons of a decade.
‘From Scratch’ on Netflix made me realise the world doesn’t know how & why death shows up. How can we answer why people turn out as they do?
The second COVID wave made me ponder why we do things. Is it not more about our own personal ego gratification than about helping?
I love listicles about astrology! Here’s one more on my theme of #Zodiacarama. The zodiac signs as 80s/90s Indian sweets. ARIES: Mango Mood & everything from the sour things thela wala – Makes weird faces. Makes you make weird faces. Everything is a dare. TAURUS: Monginis slice cake – Soft,…
I had a bad relationship with food & men. Being female meant being food provider. Social rules turned to acid in my stomach. Eventually they’d pour out of my mouth as bilious words, undigested pressure. I asked shaadi boys if they could cook before their moms could ask me. No…
Nila soru.
Food eaten under the moon.
Food shared with the moon.
Nila soru.
A friend shared a pic of a poached egg and it began a conversation about food I never thought I’d be in. I am learning that food is so much more than fuel.
I have an unusual relationship with food & people. Namely, I don’t like to be around both at the same time. Am I an asocial eater?
I thought about my claim that my feminism eats these guys on toast then realised it was time to diversify my feminist palate.