By Isaac Margolis
When I awake, the emptiness is like a constant ache I long for something to fill the void, to soothe my tumtum But all I find is emptiness, a hunger unfulfilled A void that grows with every passing hourÂ
I feel like I'm fading, disappearing into thin air
Until I'm nothing but a ghost, a hungering despair.Â
The aroma of chili oil lemon pasta, the sizzle of a fried egg The crispness of a perfectly fried bananaÂ
All make my mouth water with anticipation.Â
It's an insatiable desire that can't be ignoredÂ
From savory to sweet, from salty to spicyÂ
I crave it all, every taste, every bite.Â
One day I came across a bowlÂ
Filled to the brim with cooked noodles,Â
I stole some from the bowlÂ
And made what soon came to beÂ
the food that stole my heart instantly:Â
Chili Oil Lemon Pasta.
As I experimented with my next masterpiece,Â
Each version had a slightly different taste.Â
One too sweet, one too spicyÂ
But in the end, I found the perfect recipe.Â
And as I placed the finished product on my waiting tongue,
I gasped in delight, savoring the unique taste of the noodles.Â
I am surrounded by food, by heaps and heaps of it in my dreams
When I wake, I wipe away the tears that form from the loss
Every time I find myself awake in bed, without food I die a little
more insideÂ
Putting the first bite of any dish in my mouthÂ
I let it sit in my mouth for just a momentÂ
Letting my tongue feel the textureÂ
Before slowly swallowingÂ
The rush of passion that overcomes me when I see food Is incomparable to noneÂ
I cannot keep myself from lungingÂ
Running, throwing myself over whatever stands in my way
To get a single taste.Â
Food is more than just sustenance to me It's a passion. A love affair. An obsession.