Breakfast food is the best food, and the best breakfast is hotel breakfast.
At one time, when there was more time and more money, in the city where I normally live, I paid a fabulous price - for a luxurious hotel breakfast a few kilometers from my own kitchen, refrigerator and stove. With the biggest plate in my hand, I went several times around the buffet tables with countless deacons on them. I'm getting hungry right now as I write this.
And what I liked most was meeting the chef who prepares scrambled eggs and eggs on sight. It could be experienced as a kind of duel. "Would you like me to put..." - he asks with the idea and hope that he will win my laziness with his offer. "Put it on, feel free. And also put ..." - I said in spite of myself, aware that I would have to summon from the depths of my subconscious the Mother's order from long ago. "Everything you have eaten, nothing will be thrown away!".
So what do I like to eat? Anything, just so I can choose. And that it cannot disappear.
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The partial lesson of the above lines is that food is also a status symbol, although it is fundamentally a political issue. For the people to eat, that is politics. And who from the people eats what, we are already dealing with statuses and class differences. Well, yes: when and what not to eat, it's either religion or a diet. And in the meantime, food has become a kind of additional cultural marker and destination: what we eat is compatible with what we read and listen to, how we dress, where we move and go out, and lately what media we consume. Here and there chefs have been transformed into pop stars, nutritionists have mixed with life coaches, food and drink connoisseurs have become an educated new elite among the uneducated new elite. Therefore, food has become a genre of our media and social life.
And all of that would be fine if life - the ordinary, banal one - hadn't decided to fight back. I guess it's over his head that food is part of the lifestyle, if not the style in itself. So he struck, with all his ferocity.
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The price of a kilogram of beef has jumped to around 8.5 euros in the shops in the immediate vicinity and is about to raise the bar in achieving new records. On the agricultural exchanges - the eruption of the price volcano. Soybeans are up 75 percent compared to last year, corn 56 and change... Edible oil has already become a paradigm for derisive prices, and a witty individual from social networks suggests that the value of currencies be tied to canned tuna, because otherwise it makes no sense. The food we are talking about here is not only more expensive, but also intersects with the most modern crisis that graced us with its presence - the breakdown of supply chains. In translation, it may happen that we will eat what we can pay for, provided that it reaches us at all. And about what (non-electrical, it seems) energy will be used to prepare the food, that's just...
The conclusion from the initial story about breakfast in the hotel thus becomes more and more problematic: you won't really be able to choose - there will be a shortage, and it will be expensive. And food, something we take into our stomach, will probably be a good reason to reconsider all our other "intakes". What else have we brought into our heads, into our wallets, into society, into the economy, into the civilization in which we live, and we have come to the point that the question "how do we feed ourselves?" may soon have to be reformulated into "do we feed ourselves at all ?”. And from the very possibility of what the answer is, here, I'm hungry again.
I have to have that breakfast at the hotel again, as soon as possible, while they still serve it.
Scrambled eggs or egg?
Anyway.
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