Playing With Food

I was talking to my father on the phone yesterday, and we ended up talking about food. He does not eat much of the food his wife makes, for what appears to be two reasons. First, he does not like the taste. Then, even if he does, there is too much FIDDLING with it. Serving, presentation, messing with little bowls of this and that. He said food is meant to be eaten, not played with. He followed that up with the comment, "Fondue is nothing more than spending four hours playing with food you should be eating." Heh *L*.

He and I both like bacon. Big surprise there *S*.