ludicrously speaking

Eating dominates a huge chunk of my life. No matter what I do, where I am, indulging in food is top priority. I’ve always been able to relate to plus sized people mainly due to my insatiable appetite for yummy treats and palatable snacks that whenever I hear case stories of people coping with stress by eating i think: that’s so me. Nothing lifts me up more than a generous layer of gravy or cheese…maybe a bowl of well-simmered broth is as deserving, tough fight.
 
So, as though my ravaging appetite is not enough to send buffet operators running, my stomach actually expands triple fold when it comes into contact with liquor. I then become this dinosaur revived from extinction guided by my pure desire to feast.

This is precisely why I’m a fan of finger nit-bits at special gatherings or launches cos the best parties are those with a server making his rounds with a big plate full of little delights, and I’m rating the plate I had last night as the most fulfilling and well stocked one I’ve had since the beginning of time (ok, just my period of being a socialite-wannabe la). Little drops of dumplings, slices of pizza, steps of crispy tempura and then some…all placed liken a colour spectrum in its full array. My attention was nowhere near the free booze, instead I was so actively stalking the server it’s not even funny. I eventually left still having a tingling feeling to munch and proceeded to masticate a McChicken with ease: Ideal way to end my night out. *burp*
 
I’m just glad genetics is on my side.