Presenting A List Of My Many 'Loves'

WHAT PARADISE MEANS TO ME. AT TIMES. HAVE ALL OF MY FOOD 'LOVES'  WITH ME ON THIS PEACEFUL, ISOLATED LOCATION THAT NO ONE KNOWS ABOUT.
WHAT PARADISE MEANS TO ME. AT TIMES. HAVE ALL OF MY FOOD 'LOVES' WITH ME ON THIS PEACEFUL, ISOLATED LOCATION THAT NO ONE KNOWS ABOUT.
CATFISH has been very-loyal to me over the years. Always dedicated to meeting my dining needs either in fillet or fried, 'she' is a true food 'love' in my life.
CATFISH has been very-loyal to me over the years. Always dedicated to meeting my dining needs either in fillet or fried, 'she' is a true food 'love' in my life.
GOOD OLD CORNBREAD is always good to cuddle up with on a starving Winter night. Cornbread is my friend first and food 'love' second.
GOOD OLD CORNBREAD is always good to cuddle up with on a starving Winter night. Cornbread is my friend first and food 'love' second.
PEPPERONI PIZZA provides that spicy Italian zest for a 'date' who likes a night on the town. Exciting and always easy-to-find. 'She' hangs out at most national pizza restaurants.
PEPPERONI PIZZA provides that spicy Italian zest for a 'date' who likes a night on the town. Exciting and always easy-to-find. 'She' hangs out at most national pizza restaurants.
CHILI DOGS can be very stubborn. 'She' has to have the bun her way or it's the highway--and always with the onions. What is it about the onions that she likes?
CHILI DOGS can be very stubborn. 'She' has to have the bun her way or it's the highway--and always with the onions. What is it about the onions that she likes?
COLLARD GREENS a lovely 'dish' from the South. Always happy to see me when I am in that rural mood for some country company.
COLLARD GREENS a lovely 'dish' from the South. Always happy to see me when I am in that rural mood for some country company.
STOVETOP STUFFING is not a cheap date. 'She' costs a lot, but is well-worth the time and effort I put in to making her feel a part of my personal life.
STOVETOP STUFFING is not a cheap date. 'She' costs a lot, but is well-worth the time and effort I put in to making her feel a part of my personal life.
FABULOUS CHEESEBURGERS always make the weeekend great when I'm looking for companionship with someone who doesn't care about my weight.
FABULOUS CHEESEBURGERS always make the weeekend great when I'm looking for companionship with someone who doesn't care about my weight.
SHRIMP GUMBO, although tasty, but very spicy and hot-tempered. 'She' wants it to be just me and her when we are dining out.
SHRIMP GUMBO, although tasty, but very spicy and hot-tempered. 'She' wants it to be just me and her when we are dining out.
BOLOGNA SANDWICHES make great company for me any night of the week. And 'she's' not the jealous type.
BOLOGNA SANDWICHES make great company for me any night of the week. And 'she's' not the jealous type.
SHARP CHEESE is more than just an old stand-by. Sharp cheese has seen me through many-a lonely night.
SHARP CHEESE is more than just an old stand-by. Sharp cheese has seen me through many-a lonely night.
PEACH PIE is so alluring that I cannot finish my 'dinner date' with catfish before peach pie starts tempting me with that sweet peach perfume.
PEACH PIE is so alluring that I cannot finish my 'dinner date' with catfish before peach pie starts tempting me with that sweet peach perfume.
APPLE PIE is the sweetest 'love' of my life for I have enjoyed her company for over 40 plus, sweet years.
APPLE PIE is the sweetest 'love' of my life for I have enjoyed her company for over 40 plus, sweet years.
THE LOVELY CHOCOLATE CAKE always makes my mouth water when 'she' is served to my table.
THE LOVELY CHOCOLATE CAKE always makes my mouth water when 'she' is served to my table.
VANILLA ICE CREAM takes my very breath away everytime I see 'her' in the grocery store.
VANILLA ICE CREAM takes my very breath away everytime I see 'her' in the grocery store.

After you read this story, you will either think

that I am an expert at foods, or a man with a deep-rooted problem. But I don't care. It's 2011. A time for people to accept people for what and who they are. I just happen to have a long, happy, past with this list of my 'loves' that I feel that it's time to share them with you now.

Do not freak out on me. Relax. Keep saying to yourself over and over, "it's only a story. It's only a story," and soon, you will reach that peaceful level of understanding and acceptance that makes you a well-rounded member of mankind.

This has been a personal struggle. At first, I wanted to share this list of 'loves' with you many months ago, but you know how it is. Fear of being ridiculed. Judged. Condemned by others kept holding back. I suffered in silence. Lost hours of sleep. Gained weight. Wept into my milkshakes. It was a terrible stretch road I tell you. If it hadn't been for the support of Kentucky Fried Chicken, Pizza Hut and more, who wanted to remain anonymous, I wouldn't have made it to this point. You don't know what rough is. Until you arrive at a crucial decision to either tell those you care about how the real 'you' feels, or just keep quiet and bear the burden of uncertainty alone.

I feel now that by sharing this list and photos of my many 'loves' that I have, until now, kept as guarded secrets, that I have made the wise decision. On the right path. Can unburden myself of this very heavy, personal weight that has caused me mental torment for years. Oh if you only knew the pain and anguish I have went through, you would be at my side right now--consoling me with a T-bone steak, baked potato, and salad. With iced tea.

It started with one nibble . . .

that's all it took. I was weak. Too weak to withstand the onslaught of the world of food. And the 'loves' that awaited me. I was young. About 12 years of age. At 'that' age. You know what I mean? And it didn't take me long to understand why my granddad and dad smiled so much. They knew. As I would soon know. The overwhelming pleasures of 'loving' food without any remorse. Nagging conscience. Or having to repent to the minister on Sunday. It was here all this time. Right in front of me. At my grandma Avery's house. Posed seductively on her kitchen table--dressed in white and steaming for my attention. I will not forget anytime soon, my first time with the illusive, sultry Cheese and Rice. What a dish! It was love at first gobble. I remember how smooth and delicious the cheese tasted as it slid down my throat and the rice, man, what a time I had. That is all I can say because I don't want to alarm the HubPages Editors.

Needless to say, but for your sake, I will say, I was a 'fool in love' with foods. All kinds, textures, colors of food. It didn't matter. I was not a choosy boy when it came to food. I didn't care if the food came from a smoky, back street diner or an uptown dining club. I was hungry for food. All the time. It was near-addiction proportions. I couldn't go one day without my 'love,' food. I had to have it. And didn't care what it cost. In the morning, I had to have eggs. Bacon. Biscuits, but that wasn't enough. I had to have a hamburger, sandwich, maybe a two-sandwich 'food love fix' at noon everyday. And at dinner, I couldn't wait to get home and be alone with my dinner 'loves,' pork chops, green beans, garlic bread, Caesar salad, chocolate pie and iced tea. If I were in a wild mood, I would go for black coffee. I have spent many wild evenings in my kitchen and living room with food. I feel better just talking about it.

I tried to hide my 'love' . . .

for foods. I would 'act' like I was on a diet when 'she' came around riding in her snack truck that rolled up at the factory where I was employed in 1972. See? I told you I was a life-long 'lover' of food. I would walk up to the counter of the snack truck. Look both ways. Wink at the Ding Dongs and choose a less-conspicuous food item (like a pack of crackers) as to not give away my secret 'affair' with Hostess and her fine assortment of tasty sweets that she just loved to give me for the low-cost of ninety-eight cents. You can all it 'pay for food,' all you want, but Hostess and I knew that what we had was real. Real sweet and really lasting.

But the deeper in love with the various foods of that day, it began to show. And take a toll on my body. My midriff began to grow bigger. My cheeks puffed out like a chipmunk storing away nuts in his jaws. My breath grew shorter and shorter. People began prodding me about why my pants and shirt were about to burst off of me. I was in sad shape. I was in too deep to care. Oh, I would respect the caring people who would counsel me by saying, "Kenneth, it's okay to have ONLY ONE plateful," but that didn't do it for me. Acting can take you just so far before you nearly face 'food love' withdrawals and you have to have food. Any food. You don't ask who's kitchen she came from. You just crave that warm, soothing, feeling of sitting down to a candle-lit table with a loving food item that you know will satisfy you for that night. And for a few hours, I admit it openly, I felt like a man. Fulfilled. Confident. Ready to face another day.

Then the shame of the next morning's light sneaks into your bedroom. You crawl from bed. Look in the mirror at your face splotched with chocolate stains, spaghetti strands running out of your hair, pizza sauce all over your mouth and to make you feel even lower, cornbread crumbs, big ones, stuck in your chest hair. Yes, that is hitting the bottom. I should know. I have hit the bottom of many 'skillet of cornbread,' in my loose food-loving days. I think I finally broke down and admitted to myself that I was addicted to 'loving foods' the awful, painful morning I awoke in a dingy Motel 6 room with an empty Kentucky Fried Chicken bucket on my head, Ritz crackers in my bed, and my pajama's soaked with a large chocolate shake from the night before. I was done. Over with this hard-loving of foods. I looked deeply and honestly into my puffy eyes and said out loud, "Food, I am through with you! Get out!" and fell on my face in the dirty carpet--a broken man. A shameful man. A poor excuse for someone who was raised by parents who taught moderation in all things.

I found my salvation by talking to . . .

moderate weight men and women who had once been where I had been. And frankly, they were all very understanding, considerate and consoling as I sat with tears streaming down my puffed-out cheeks and large girth, the end-results of being over-indulged and carried-away with 'lovin' foods and not knowing or caring how dangerous this lifestyle can really be.

Fortunately, I never had to join Jenny Craig or Weight Watchers. With the help of my new under-weight friends, I took it a meal at the time. One serving. One glass of unsweet tea. Or black coffee. Was it easy? No. I would be telling a lie if I said it was. The first few weeks were hard. I mean hard. I had to be watched by these new, caring friends of mine who saw my agony at seeing flying pies and dancing pizza's run around in front of me. I thought I was going to starve. But these caring friends gave me all the Quaker Rice Cakes I wanted to curb the hunger pangs that were running through my body like electricity.

Now, it's a day-to-day walk for me . . .

as I keep myself occupied, busy with positive substitutes to take the place of gorging, 'pigging-out' and other self-degrading acts of 'loving' food. Each day that passes, I am gaining strength to say 'no,' and 'one serving, please,' when I do occasionally dine out. My new friends, even the old friends who still 'love' food to an embarrassing degree, are swept away with amazement with the change that has come over me. But I am quick to maintain an humble posture and not get too prideful with the newer, slimmer 'me.'

And as a final stage of self-therapy, I want to list my all-time food favorites, or the 'food loves,' that are now only a distant aroma and the harmful calories that go with them.

My Regular Food 'Loves' . . .

  1. CATFISH--FRIED OR FILLET
  2. CORNBREAD
  3. PEPPERONI PIZZA
  4. CHILI DOGS
  5. COLLARD GREENS
  6. STOVETOP STUFFING
  7. CHEESEBURGERS
  8. SHRIMP GUMBO
  9. BOLOGNA SANDWICHES
  10. REGULAR SHARP CHEESE

My Dessert 'Loves' . . .

  1. PEACH PIES
  2. APPLE PIES
  3. CHOCOLATE CAKE
  4. VANILLA ICE CREAM

Thank you so much for being so caring and understanding with me. I think that we have experienced a true bonding with my confession of my food 'loves.'

I want to talk about now . . .

Sorry, I have to run. I just realized that I am out of Quaker Rice Cakes.





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Arlene V. Poma 5 years ago

Kenneth, your Hub and your food photographs (except for the collard greens) has me wanting the McRib sandwich by McDonalds (they're temporarily being sold now, you know) and a dozen Taco Bell or Jack in the Box tacos. I can also eat a COSTCO-sized pumpkin pie by my lonesome with a barrel of whipped cream. I'm not talking Cool Whip, here. I want the real deal in the dairy carton that I'm whipping in my red KitchenAid mixer. Love your writing as always. Voted up, funny, interesting and AWESOME for your subject content and sense of humor. Yes, I've been a stranger, but keep writing away. I will follow you!


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kenneth avery 5 years ago from Hamilton, Alabama Author

DEAR ARLENE . . ."WOW! THANKS FOR YOUR SWEET COMMENTS THAT I ADMIT, MADE ME HUNGRY. IT IS NOW 5:14 P.M. CST for me, sorry the all caps was on...and I am ready to eat...but not backslide...LOL. Or cheat. I am loving your comment more and more. I too, love Cool-Whip with a passion, uh, oh, a trigger..better hit the rice cakes. And thank YOU for stopping by and following me. Love ya and peace! KENNETH


jenubouka 5 years ago

Why is good food always a bad idea? I always reserve one day out of the week as my fay kid day, which entitles me to sit on my butt, do nothing, and eat. Your rendition of naughty food gave me a good laugh.


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kenneth avery 5 years ago from Hamilton, Alabama Author

Hey, jenubouka . . .YOU are WELCOME. I haven't seen any of my "culinary mistresses" today. Thank God. But tonight, the Friday night in the south where I live, who knows? I may end up, you know, in one of "those" types of houses...I hate to be adult, but, a (shhhhh) Huddle House, (gassp), and probably sit and "talk" with a Philly Steak Omelet, Hashbrowns (she always has to tag along with Philly...it's a food thing) and some fresh coffee...after this indulgence, I will, most likely, be ashamed of myself all over again until tomorrow morning then "she" will come-a knocking on my kitchen door...her, the sultry, powerful "breakfast," the queen herself--dimming my judgement, leading me down a jelly road with a few biscuits along the way and I will be calling for my support group, BAA (biscuit (eaters) anonymous of America) to send my sponsor, the Pillsbury Dough Boy over to calm me down. As for your ritual, I am not your judge....LOL, enjoy. And thanks for YOUR 'tasty' comment.~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Kenneth


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gailalovesbijou 5 years ago from Wyomissing, PA

Now I'm hungry, damn it! You are so funny, and such a great writer! I share your passion for food. I'm actually cooking up some collard greens tonight, along with fried flounder and sweet potato fries. Last night it was pumpkin gnocchi with a ground veal, pecan, and sage cream sauce, with a side of roasted broccoli loaded with garlic. Another great hub! Thank you!


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kenneth avery 5 years ago from Hamilton, Alabama Author

LOL! DEAR gailalovesbijou,(may I just call you gail?) THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THIS HONEST COMMENT. Thanks for all of your comments. I appreciate YOU and your thoughts...Collard greens? Honest? Do not take this the wrong way, but your photo looks like a photo of a New York fashion model who wouldn't even know what a collard green was. Wow! I am not only impressed...but now . . .I AM HUNGRY TOO! Hey, speaking strictly as a man who CANNOT cook unless it comes in a can, (yummmm, chili!), but do you mind if I ask "WHERE DO YOU LIVE?" For if one day, I am in need of some REAL food, I might even buy a meal from YOU! What you have shared is ...HEY, gotta go....thanks, KENNETH


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Rosemay50 5 years ago from Hawkes Bay - NewZealand

A great hub Kenneth. If I ate like this I would be a little barrel. But I do enjoy my food. We can splurge today and not feel guilty as we ate healthy subway yesterday.


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gailalovesbijou 5 years ago from Wyomissing, PA

You are welcome! Actually, they were turnip greens. I like my greens. Thank you for your many kindnesses! Eating right means living well. I live in Wyomissing, PA, smack dab in the middle between NYC and DC. Perfect! Anyone can cook good food. Put your heart into it, follow a recipe. Fun thing to do for a date night. :)


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kenneth avery 5 years ago from Hamilton, Alabama Author

" . . .THANK YOU SINCERELY, Rosemay50, for YOUR sweet comment. I appreciate YOUR comment(s) so much. Honestly, I DO not eat all of this all the time...I cannot afford it as I am on a fixed-income. These are the 'loves' of my 'wild' caloric world. I only eat once a day, at dinner or supper, as we in this area of the south call it. I eat mostly soups, maybe some pizza, but I LOVE the philly steak omelets and hashbrowns at Huddle House...and then a few peanut butter cookies at home before bed. Hey, I get hungry, like gailalovesbijou, when I talk about this hub. LOL. Rosemay, please have a safe and happy weekend and eat right...right and left. Sincerely, Kenneth.


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kenneth avery 5 years ago from Hamilton, Alabama Author

Hi, gail, Turnip greens I can eat anytime. And YOU are most-welcome for my kindnesses. They are the truth if I ever told it. Thanks for telling me where you live, but do not fret, I cannot afford to leave Hamilton afoot to come your way. But you and yours are always welcome, ALONG WITH ALL OF MY FOLLOWERS, YOU TOO, ROSEMAY, at my home in Hamilton, Alabama, ANYTIME. I am sincere. I have been blessed with THE BEST FOLLOWERS OF ALL THE HUBBERS. Kenneth


Sueswan 5 years ago

Hi Kenneth,

What a delicious hub! :-)

I think we shouldn't deny ourselves but to eat in moderation.

My doctor wanted to put me on blood pressure medication about two years ago.

I did some googling and went back to my doctor with my findings. To make a long story short, he told me to lose a little weight.

I did and I didn't go on any special diet either. I stopped eating after 7 p.m. Why? Because I was consuming most of my calories at night.

Voted up and awesome.

Have a good evening my friend. :-)


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kenneth avery 5 years ago from Hamilton, Alabama Author

11:234 p.m. CST, Oct 21

Dear Sueswan . . .congratulations my DEAR friend. Losing weight for me, is tough. More challenging than quitting cigarettes. Honest. I might write my next hub about "Homemade Diets Anyone Can Do," maybe a thought. I dont know. Right now, I am tired for an old man. I wish I were 21 again. I can dream cant I? Thanks, DEAR Sueswan, for your nice comments and votes...I sincerely appreciate YOU and your kindnesses. Sincerely, KENNETH


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AnesaK 5 years ago from USA

Kenneth, although I am a vegeterian (but have no problems with others appreciating meat), great choices of food loves! I myself have a love-affair with food, so I may also have to share some of my favorite veggie dishes soon :). The dessert choices are mmm-mmm spot on. My favorite dessert? Rich dark chocolate cake with fudge and vanilla ice cream...my goodness, it is good...


kenneth avery 5 years ago

Hello, AnesaK! I would love to be like you, a vegeterinan, and some times I am, I DO NOT eat meat all of the time. So I am good in that respect, right? Desserts? They, not lust, alcohol, adultery, nictotine, idolatry, greed, covetness, are my fatal weaknesses--especially the German Chocolate cakes. I confess. I am far from perfect, but I AM striving to be a better man each day. THANK YOU, AnesK, so much for your warm comments. Peace and Happiness to you and keep in touch with me. Thanks! Kenneth


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ladyjojo 5 years ago

Oh my Goodness oh my Goodness i was mostly caught by the pictures and the wording below it so nice and i love how you captioned your many loves for food. Incredible

Now i am happy you found me so that i can find you to read some good stuff.

I am having probs following you on HUBPAGES don't know why!


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kenneth avery 5 years ago from Hamilton, Alabama Author

ladyjojo, thank you, my new friend. Your comments are very-appreciated. Honest. I am encouraged so much by a SINCERE writer such as yourself. Truly, I think that ALL of my Followers are sincere writers--not a troublemaker or time-waster in the lot. Yes, as my health allows, will visit you. And hubs sometimes shuts down for maintenance on their site. I see they have changed the looks of our comment boxes....added red, green, gray message boxes.

Hang in there, ladyjojo.

Kenneth


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ladyjojo 5 years ago

You are welcome

By God's grace I am hanging in


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kenneth avery 5 years ago from Hamilton, Alabama Author

Dear ladyjojo...so am I, my friend. So am I. God bless and KEEP you.

Kenneth

PS: until later....


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acc12 4 years ago

Very amusing article. The holidays are no time for rice cakes! Hope you are ringing out the old year with catfish and other favorites. (Some of mine are in my Minnesota state fair hub- mini donuts). Chow!


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kenneth avery 4 years ago from Hamilton, Alabama Author

THANK YOU SO MUCH . . .acc12! This was a sweet comment. I had almost forgotten THIS hub. Thank you for reminding me where it was. Catfish, one of my weak points. Did you know that a televangelist teaches that the Bible teaches NOT to eat catfish for they are botton-feeders and Im sure with proper traslation, he cannot be referring to farm-raised, properly-fed catfish, but this guy really gets on people for eating them. Mini-donuts????? Oh wow. Give me a dozen with some Community coffee, black please, and Im in heaven. Thanks for being such a great follower and already giving me some terrific memories. Merry Christmas and a PEACE-filled 2012.///Kenneth

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