Food and Wine: Familiar Bedfellows

There are three sisters and their names are Food, Wine and Sex. These lusty girls like nothing more than to hang out together in a concert of gratification. Sensual and earthy, they sing from the same hymn sheet, songs to satisfy you. For where would either be without the others? A meal without wine is missing something essential. Wine without tasty victuals is unbalanced at the core. Sex is the culmination of the other two, the icing on the cake. A generous serving of each sister is a diet worth living for. Too much of either without the others is a crying shame and a recipe for obsession.

Food and Wine: Familiar Bedfellows

There are fakirs who claim to live on fresh air, without the help of food or water. What is the point of that my friend? Where is the deliciousness in denial? We are human beings, big brained mammals, who walk on two legs. Still we are animals, with monkeys as ancestors; and our bodies are designed to consume food. The material that longs to be spirit is a disease of the mind. Those Qumranites, those Yogis, those Cathars and all their ilk, are lost in their spiritual egos, so far up their irrigated colons they miss the point.

Food and wine: Familiar bedfellows for the flesh. Accept yourself, do not seek perfection, for it does not exist. Celebrate your humanity with a fine meal and a glass of wine. Remember Dionysus and the irrational chorus that sings from our hearts. Where have our celibate priests led us? What have they done with our children? Religious behaviour like this is a sickness of the soul. Deny the flesh, deny the natural, and you are ensnared by more evil thoughts – a corruption in a cassock.

The kitchen renovation, involves replacing the old with the new. In a similar vein we must dump the superstitious mumbo jumbo of the old religions and replace it with a more enlightened humanistic philosophy. Renovate your beliefs and design a new reality based on the real and the tangible. The earthy and the sensual in balance with the scientific. Put away these invisible gods and their strange priests. Sit down at table and enjoy the fruits of your labour with a glass of wine. Eat, drink and laugh a little every day. Remember how ridiculous you look when you are making love. Honour those three sisters and sacrifice some of your seriousness at their altar.