ABC's of Me.....E

I was talking to my seester the other day. I was saying I was having a difficult time sorting through the rubble of my life and trying to come up with something for the letter E in the ABC's of me. Elephants was not going to work since I know nothing of these pachyderms. Then I thought of everything. Well, that may be a bit long to write about EVERYTHING. I would for sure have carpal tunnel or something after doing that. I also tried coming up with a word that begins with E for sleeping. Yeah I couldn't think of one either.
Then it downed to me that an important part of me is eating. Which so happens to begin with the letter in question. You see, I love to eat probably as much, if not more than I love to cook. I guess the saying my bio dad says is true, "Never trust a skinny cook!" So after taking a look at myself in the mirror one morning after getting out of the shower I am very trustworthy.
I thinking cooking and eating are just about synonymous as words can be. My family wonder why I am no longer hungry once I have finished cooking dinner.
I have come to the realization that I eat way too much while I am cooking.
Eating to me is more important than breathing. one can hold their breath for long periods of time. I have tried not to eat, but it does not last very long. I eat with all 5 senses. Maybe even all 6.
I can sense good food is around from long distances.
Food that I am going to eat has to look good, first. A pile of gray mush on a plate is not very appealing to the eyes.The nice bright green color of freshly chopped cilantro before it is placed in with the other ingredients of homemade pico de gallo.
How does one eat with one's sense of hearing? Remember the sound of the first bite into a crisp, juicy apple? That crunch is as important as the sweet juice running down your chin.
Touch? The feeling of ice cream on the back of your tongue on a hot summer day? 'nuff said.
Smell? That's easy. Mom's banana bread cooking in the oven. Mmmmm. I can smell it now. Anticipating the first slice while it is still hot of of the oven with butter melting everywhere. Not many things are better than that.
Taste. Eating with a sense of taste? Need I mention anything about this? How can I describe the sense of taste. Is there anything better than a bite of nice red, juicy, cold watermelon on a hot summer day? Or the sweet juice of a just ripe peach. How about the garlicky, salty, briny taste of a crunchy pickle from a deli on 2nd avenue in NYC.
I feel like Anthony Bourdain right now talking about food like this. He is a food hero of mine.