GlennR Posted April 19, 2014 Share Posted April 19, 2014 Having finished another lunch that I had to plan and prepare myself, I got to thinking that not only are we eating what we were evolved to eat (for the most part), in the process we are giving due and appropriate consideration to what we were evolved to really, really care about: food. When food is so easy to come by -- a matter of paying for something over the counter or popping open a lid -- it loses its value somewhat, there is no satisfaction. You can dig through a ginormous bag of chips and not even think about it, not care one way or another. I mean, what's it to you? A couple of bucks. But when you have to work for your food, think about it, plan for it, even be a little anxious about it, the satisfaction of finally digging into the final product is so replete. Granted, the anxiety doesn't rise to the level of "Will I manage to hunt down or gather or scavenge or harvest enough food to eat tonight?" -- still, the process of having to focus on the matter lends itself to real enjoyment when you finally, successfully put something on your plate and start stuffing your face. We sink back into our hindbrain and know the simple -- dare I say, primal? -- pleasure of once again having skillfully manipulated our environment to fill our hunger. We re-experience a little of what it is to be fully human. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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