I just read a great blog on the evolutionary roots and merits of playing with our food. As a chef with macro-hippy-back-t0-the-earth roots it feels like pre-thought instinct, from a million or more years ago, to mess with our food in some way, making raw materials more palatable and easier to digest. I imagine that right from the beginning the necessity of processing our food became entwined with ritual and meaning. Millions of years later our American food habits are steeped in cultural meaning, superstition, and ritual and are so much a part of how we identify ourselves. If we could trace our connection with food – fast or otherwise – back to the beginning, and find those roots alive in our own psyche – I think we would have a whole different consciousness in relationship eating.