This morning, as the caffeine began to course through my veins (whew), I thought about how excited I was to eat my veggie flatbread:

I don’t mind sometimes when I don’t have time to make breakfast in the mornings, because sometimes I look forward to the deliciousness that is this flatbread or the infamous spinach feta wrap.

I still love food. A lot.

I still think about it a ton.

My friend and I had a conversation the other day about eating…as we often do. She had lost a lot of weight, too, at one point, and I think it’s hard to totally reverse that importance food has in your life, even if you fill your life with healthier foods. We were talking about how it can be hard to have something like steamed broccoli with a plain chicken breast. We want our meals to be experiences.

But there are some people out there—Joel, my dad—to whom it’s just food. It doesn’t have to be an experience.

What about you? Do you have to have a culinary experience when you eat…or is it just food to you?