Recently on stART: Creating As We Go I shared this painting I did of a pig exploring space to find foodie freedom. It was inspired by something my sister Shannon said that got me giggling. A pig in a space ship? How awesome would that be to paint?! But as I was painting it I realized it meant much more to me than that.
I find we are living in a world that is getting more and more nasty when it comes to food. Like it has become some kind of religion with all sorts of rules to follow. If you don’t, you will be judged. It can also go to the other side of extreme where gluttony is the name of the game.
What happened to moderation? What happened to foodie fun? Where the hell is all this shame coming from?
So I have embraced this image. I have even made a t-shirt inspired by the desire to be on the quest for yummy food no matter where it takes me or what people might say. I have to tell you, it takes guts embracing the symbol of a pig in a foodie world.
I grew up during a time when McDonald’s was associated with being a fun family treat, not something diabolical. It is hamburgers people! (That is me in the middle BTW and my sister Jamie on the right.)
I will not tolerate foodie fascism. I will stand up for those who just want to have fun enjoying food. Of course homemade food is the best and I love it and make it all the time but come on people, we all need a break in the kitchen and not all of us are rich.
I do not want to have to go into outer space to find a world tolerant of my foodie views, customs or habits. Sometimes I think the world has decided that the foodie universe is one that is safe to be judgmental of each other in. To be elitist and at times, cruel.
You know what I say? Bite me. Bite me and get the fuck off MY foodie planet.
Here is to finding and embracing foodie freedom.