Oh, how edible words are!

The thing is, we have so much to eat that the idea that food is primarily about hunger has been pushed into the background. Food is often primarily about fun and tasty and cosy, with a desire to cook, with an appetite for something sweet or savory, and so on. Everyone knows that. You sometimes get a little tired of all the cookbooks and all the tips to make something delicious and even more delicious – as if our main goal is to spoil ourselves.

Our food has started to look much more delicious than before, more colorful and fragrant, you can get everything in the supermarkets or on the regular market, strange and original foreign ingredients, no one is turning their backs on authentic Italian cooking.

So you would think that our tastes have improved enormously now that we no longer eat cauliflower cooked to porridge, gray slimy chicory or endive with a cooking time of three quarters of an hour.

Yet people eat things that will not soon be propagated. Read the answers to a question from on Twitter questeditor Mark Traa: “Do you have unusual eating habits?”

Well, then you hear something different than all those responsible recipes. People dip cheese in the custard, hollow out the croquette and fill it with applesauce and/or fries, let the rusk with chocolate sprinkles become soggy on purpose in the microwave, or spread liver sausage with Duo Penotti. Someone recommends placing cubes of cheese and chocolate in the freezer and then eating them alternately. Another eats potato croquettes straight from the freezer, or has kale with sausage for breakfast, or eat paprika chips on bread.

Wonderful to know. Some things I can feel very well (a baked leftover stew on bread, mmm!) others not or hardly (an egg cake with cream pâté). The nice thing is that people haven’t written down good ‘guilty pleasures’, things they don’t feel ‘guilty’ about at all but just want to flirt with, but just plainly remarkable preferences. Although some write that they only do it when no one is looking (smear a white ball with mayonnaise and then add Saxon liver sausage).

Pancakes with mayo

Interestingly enough, reading it will make you hungry. Not because I now want to eat pancakes with mayonnaise, but I suddenly imagine what you could do on a pancake and the whole word pancake starts winking seductively at me and tralala and come here singing. Some words (“croquette”) are irresistible when it comes to food. ‘A plate of spaghetti’ is also one of those announcements that I can hardly stand, then I almost run to the kitchen.

You know that that’s how it works with photos – food photographers know that too. But how edible words are! Rutger Kopland once wrote a poem about how poetry can transform into real food, just as, see Johannes, the word has become flesh. Kopland writes that you can imagine that a poem “a clear soup can yield a seasoned game dish a light dessert a beautiful bordeaux

Yes, maybe you can imagine that. But that poetry can produce a rollmops with sprinkles and that you still feel like eating – no.

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