Advertisement -- Learn more about ads on this site.


    _MOBII_   15,907
SparkPoints
15,000-19,999 SparkPoints
 
 
Food=Love=Food?

Friday, December 20, 2013

There was a commercial I saw on t.v. a couple of months ago, and it bugged the heck out of me every time it was on and every time I think about it...it was Nestle Tollhouse.
The commercial opens with a teenage girl mooning over a picture of a boy and asks 'Can you heal a broken heart with a bundt cake? Of course you can!' As it shows the loving mother bringing in a slice of cake topped with chocolate chips.

Please don't misunderstand me, I know they are just advertising their product in the quest for the almighty dollar, but I find that the older I get, the more I hate the mainstream media. Actually, I hate a lot of things, the MSM, GMO, big business, and the DMV....but I digress....back on topic!

I had just about suppressed that t.v. commercial from my memory and something happened today that brought it back to the front of my mind.
My nephew is off school for the holiday break, and in order to keep the peace in the house, I have just been staying out of his way. A quick note, he doesn't call me 'Aunt' either because he is a pain in the butt teenager, or because he is 17 and thinks that is not how adults address each other, this point comes into my story soon....

He was watching something on t.v. in the living room when I got up and on my sister's laptop...which is usually my morning routine, lol. I just made breakfast and came back downstairs and watched my morning news and Rachel Ray show on the tv that HE usually uses in the den since my beau was still asleep in our room. When he decided to come downstairs and gave me a 'look' for 'being in his spot' I just went upstairs. A bit later he came up and made himself breakfast, a few eggs and a few slices of toast.
As soon as he was done, I cleaned up the kitchen and made a quick stirfry for my lunch. It was nothing fancy, but I have been experimenting with stirfry for awhile now and it did smell good. Needless to say, he is a 17 year old boy and has the bottomless pit stomach to go with it, he came upstairs and asks what I'm making and starts stirring things around in my pan...which irks me to no end, but I am playing nice! Even though he just ate, he is ready to eat again and asked if he could have some, when I told him 'Sure.' He was all like 'Oh Aunt Tracy, this is so good!' And he proceeded to be quite polite to me the rest of the day. He doesn't get like that when I make dinner, maybe its because when I make dinner, its a regular evening (I am usually the one who makes supper because my sister and bro in law work so many hours). I think that because he had already eaten, he didn't think I would share it.
All of a sudden, that stupid commercial was back in my head!

I always thought that it was something in my upbringing...dad didn't have a lot of money, so snacks and treats were always reserved for super special occasions. Even my favorite Christmas memory has to do with a treat....Grandpa sitting with me in front of the fireplace helping me roast a perfect marshmallow. Even to this day, I cannot eat a burnt marshmallow, I would rather skip the treat all together than eat a marshmallow that was on fire.

I think that eating / being fed has been equal to being cared for since the dawn of man. I just bet that the cavemen that got the cavewoman was the one who was able to secure the food.
Like any other animal on earth, at a primal level, the number one priority is to pass on your genes. If your mate UggaBugga doesn't bring home a dinosaur steak every so often...or if UggaBugga turns into the eat-EE instead of the eat-ER, his genes go nowhere. Even now, its like a mating ritual, every species has one. In this day and age, at least in my part of the world, if someone asks a person out on a date, isn't it going out to dinner? Maybe I am making a generalization, but you get my drift....
Eons later the survival of the fittest has evolved into the survival of the fattest, and by surviving I mean trying to get thin again!

Why is it that the first thing I do if I am planning to have someone visiting my home is to plan what I will make for them. And its not like I plan simple things, I really feel like I am showing that I care by making a nice meal.
I don't know if everyone's life seems centered around food (by everyone, I mean people that are and always have been thin), is this even something that I can overcome? Will I ever 'be better'?
SHARE
  Member Comments About This Blog Post:

KAREN608 12/21/2013 10:23AM

    I thought it was interesting that the 17 yr old responded to your being kind, selfless and sharing your food. Also you treated him with respect, which may have impressed him as much as the food. It's hard growing up. You aren't a kid and you aren't an adult.

The AD: I've seen it. I disagree with and I don't like tollhouse cookies.
Love can be doing things together, liking drawing, a game, a bike ride... it does not have to be food.
Companies marketing stuff sure can't be trusted as you know.

Report Inappropriate Comment
EMMACORY 12/20/2013 10:25PM

    I think it is in our genes! If we want to give gifts or thank someone it usually is with food. If someone is sick we want to bring food. It is a challenge to create alternative ways of celebrating. emoticon

Report Inappropriate Comment
CLEARNIGHTSKY 12/20/2013 10:19PM

    Yes. I do believe that there is hope. I think that the longer we do our new behaviors, the weaker our food-love connection will become. I do believe that during times of stress my more primitive pathways flare up. I think that prayer and meditation help me, although I haven't done either enough to have a good data sample. BTW, your name for your hypothetical mate is hilarious. UggaBugga. Awesome.

Comment edited on: 12/20/2013 10:19:44 PM

Report Inappropriate Comment

Add Your Comment to the Blog Post


Log in to post a comment.
 


Other Entries by _MOBII_