Playing with Food

Parents are supposed to say certain things. Like "we get there when we get there" "eat your vegetables" and "don't play with your food."
Apparently I never listened. I still play with my food. A lot. For example eating an ear of corn like a typewriter, painting with beet juice, carving my carrots, and threading noodles on my fork. I'm glad my parents were never to harsh on me for those things, for some reason making cucumbers into packmans still make me smile.
I have a very fond memory of my kindergarten days. They were only half days and so I still got to eat lunch with my Mom, and I remember them still. Just the two of us eating yogurt and cheese curls, except I swear the cheese curls back then were more curly and tasted better than they do now. We would sit there together and write messages with the curls. Or perhaps she was just teaching me how to read. I don't know, but I do know I still play with my food.

I met a lady once who made playing with food an art, here is one of her partly carved carrots.