Monday, March 9, 2009

Aslan symbolized lasagna

I read a book by C.S. Lewis once where he's like: "If people were staring at photographs of food and drooling, we'd think they had a problem, right? So why don't we think people who look at porn have a problem, y'know?"

And he was right. The amount of time I spend looking at pictures of food online is obscene.

Also, Christianity really is misunderstood by atheists.

And it's not junk food that attracts me (although I do admire soupy melted cheese). It's attractively arranged healthy food, like in the Recipes for Health section of the New York Times. I check it at least once a day to see what delightful concoction Martha Rose Shulman has arranged for my viewing pleasure. Not like that rogue Mark Bittman, who often posts recipes with NO ACCOMPANYING PHOTOGRAPHS. What is the point?

I don't have time to watch videos where Bittman makes adorable comments and the snazzy intro music lasts as long as the entire segment. I just want to see some meat. Some cheese. Something sizzling. Something dripping. Gurgle.


sf said...

man, i need to read some c.s. lewis. people salivating at food porn is wrong? my world is upside down. next thing i know he'll be saying (will have said, of course) that laughter is always symptomatic of deep-seated mental illness, rather than, like, fun-having. Last night I weed myself at BBC Radio 4 when they reported a man-sized kangaroo jumping through somebody's window in Australia. (The woman in the room says she cowered under the covers, afraid to look, but could hear the thing, presumably bounding around. The man said he got the kangaroo in a neck lock and dragged him out again.)

Should I get some therapy, do you think?

Rebecca said...

Lasagna rising from the dead after three days would be really gross.

Pancake Lady said...

Not if you freeze it.

Artful Stew said...

After downloading Bittman's "Food Matters" onto my Kindle (Christmas present!), I suddenly realized I would only get to see the pictures in black and white. I was both pleased and disappointed, then, when I discovered there were no pictures at all.