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A Food affair...

So, do you live to eat or eat to live ? Food gourmet or Food gobbler?

Food gourmets are easy to find. They are camped in or near the kitchen area most of the day, with only an occasional break to watch the Food channel. They are always busy experimenting on an exotic cuisine, seriously peering into recipe books and fussing over their pots, as much as a chemist over a petri dish. All their efforts are worth every sip though, for every entree that these geniuses create, tastes like a manna from the heaven. So, you better dorn your apron and put on your best show, if you invite them to a party. Else, brace for some harsh critique, because they can smell your food a mile away and wouldn't hesitate to call you up for some 'friendly advice' on how your soup has one rotten tomato in it. It's not so much about you that they care, but an errant soup can stir their soul deeply.

Food gobblers on the other hand are easy to find too. Any room, other than the kitchen would be a good place to start. Kitchen is probably a 5-minute "stop and re-heat affair" for these picky eaters. The food marketing industry worships such people because thanks to them, we have a whole range of pre-cooked food available at our neighborhood grocers. They are usually the ones that eat food solely for the purpose of surviving until the next thawed meal. Maybe some of them are scientists secretly working on the 'food replacement pill' project. Who knows? And, what would happen if these people throw a party? Well, they never ever throw one, so this would be pure speculation at this point.

Oh, i forgot to mention another group called 'Food Grabbers'. They are the group that love food and always like to taste new cuisine, but are too lazy to cook themselves. So, their clear strategy is to invite themselves to every party that the gourmets throw and have a blast. They hog all the food, every bite and morsel. All those who are thinking, "That sounds exactly like me!", please stand up. I have an announcement for you. There's a party going on with some great food at.......hey, wait ......don't go yet. Let me finish, you party-crashers.

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