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Topic: GLUTTONY (overindulgence and overconsumption) (01/15/15)
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TITLE: Taking My Belly to the Kitchen Now . . . | Previous Challenge Entry
By Judith Gayle Smith-Owens Vitouswykegardinerclark
01/22/15 -
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ADD TO MY FAVORITES
Eye makeup mixes with spurting onion juice - and still I blindly persevere, frying aromatic onion slices until caramelized and almost crisp. I swoon, my lusting taste buds and flaring nostrils helplessly seduced. Thinly sliced Yukon Gold potatoes crisping in a neighboring skillet, drool slobbers over my multiple chins as my bulbous belly bellows with obscene anticipation.
Steamy, frothy and fragrant hot chocolate complements the meal - a tasty brew of uncertain vintage, drenched with heaping amounts of sugar-free flavored coffee creamer.
For dessert? Peanut butter cups - there, my need for protein completely satisfied. These yummy morsels nestle in a divine French Vanilla ice cream laced with caramel swirls and chunks of dark chocolate. So ecstatic that dark chocolate is now good for me.
My mind is off on a hunger tangent - and so is my diet. Must not repeat the extremes of childhood when overeating often smothered my slippers with miserably foul acrid vomit - nothing but parents and grandparents admonishing and limiting my food intake. No self control, no "feeling of fullness" - never.
I would and still can eat until drowsy - every day akin to Thanksgiving turkey consumption, no matter the food. No Tryptophan tripping up this plump, overfed turkey. My body refuses to acknowledge when I've gobbled enough wicked goodies.
I have improved - I now limit myself to one overflowing plate. My gluttony has gone from extreme portions to choice selections, "from quantity to quality." My discriminating taste buds wallow in thoughts of perfectly fried crackling skin-on chicken, chewy egg dumplings heavenly smothered in thick, luscious sour cream. Taste buds never forget. Handfuls of crispy potato chips - sigh. These are now limited to most delightfully delicious memories, as they would otherwise weigh heavily upon me.
Don't get me started on Matzos soaked in eggs and milk, fried in real creamery butter until I pass out, irresistibly slathered in fresh soured cream and strawberry preserves. Lavish, lush lasciviousness. Like drop-dead sinkable matzo balls, these delectable fried "pancakes" should settle like lead in my tummy - but they don't. Oh gosh - just thought of scrumptious potato pancakes with fresh sour cream and homemade applesauce . . .
Dinner tonight is baked chicken breast with about a pound of brussels sprouts. No potatoes or butter. No flavor. Positively, absolutely. Nada. I feel so noble. Blah.
I become nasty when faced with flavorless foods - I need olive oil, butter and other frying wonders. Chicken fat, collected and reserved in the freezer for months - thawed and fried to chopped onions to become Yiddish cracklings, melting with schmaltz, rendered chicken fat aka "manna". Hmm - flavor plus addition to these fried onions and potatoes . . . thinking crispy bacon.
So stop already. Stop thinking gluttonous thoughts before they overcome all the good accomplished after the holly daze. I resolved to eat merrily, heartily from November through the first of January. Noble rationale - I get awfully cranky when my gluttonous taste buds are deprived/depraved of their favorite dishes. No dieting as in prior years - I vowed to be cheery and adorably chunky for my loved ones. No, not necessarily my taste buds, but my family. I gained quite a bit of belly balloon.
I do not drink alcohol. I do not even use rubbing alcohol. Don't warn me about perfume. My hubby sweetly reminds me that sugar converts to alcohol in the body. Gulp. I am feeding an addiction that has a respectable face.
I need Your help Lord. My burden is getting much too heavy to bear. I will satisfy my seemingly insatiable hunger by feasting on Your holy Word, gulping down your verses that speak of putting a knife to my throat when in the presence of a gluttonous king. You are all I desire - plus a wee piece of dark chocolate?
What my body requires is what my spirit demands - You.
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author's note:
KJV Proverbs 23:1,2
Another excellent resource:
"Gluttony: Sin of Lust and Greed"
Martin G. Collins
Forerunner 2000
http://www.cgg.org/index.cfm/fuseaction/Library.sr/CT/ARTB/k/123/Gluttony-Sin-Lust-Greed.htm
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This is a gluttonous specialty. Great job!!!
I thought about calling 911 while reading your article because I was heading into a food coma.
Your article reminded me of, gratefully, days behind me. Yet, if not careful, I'd be solid subject matter next time.
God bless~