In case of nuclear disaster neither you, nor the food you eat should survive.

I consider myself a food writer, although lately I’ve been doing more social media stuff than writing. But, there’s a passion there. I cook, no biggie, but I apparently cook well enough that I can charm people into my world of health food that tastes like junk food.

Because, before the depression food didn’t always come in boxes and wax wasn’t normally an ingredient in cake. Food tasted good for a few different reasons: sugar, salt and fat. Take that away and people feel unsatisfied. We like our dirty carbs and we like our dirty fats and our years of abusing ourselves have taken a toll on our bodies and what we consider to be good food.

I’m over the substitutes Honestly. Thanks to the brainiac that decided to pump our pop filled with some stupidly cheap, questionably dangerous, chemical byproduct that kind of tastes sweet with the aftertaste of rocket fuel. So it has 0 calories. Awesome. Does it also come in paper wrapped bricks like refined sugar and cocaine?

There’s options out there. And if you love pork fat and you wish you could tongue the marbling in a slab of Kobe, you don’t have to give it up. Eat it if you want. You want sugar? You want salt? Well there are hundreds of different kinds out there that you can eat. But, if you want to make food taste good, you can’t have the fake stuff. You need sugar, salt and fat, if you don’t have that then you might as well just forget about it.

Slice it, dice it, shove it in my face.

The End.