Yes. You read right.
I made up the word if that's what you're wondering.
It's an explosive product of bombarding food and google. Ta-Da! Foogle.
Basically, it's a whimsical, rather amusing hobby of mine.
Google, the powerful storehouse of the never-ending archives of information lists billions of entries within mere seconds when you type in F.O.O.D.
To yield better results of course you must jab in more specific names like 'Peanut Butter and Jelly Sandwich' or 'Double Ripple German Chocolate Fudge Cake'.
But we don't want it's history just now, do we?
With a rumbling stomach and a fluorescent computer/cell phone screen to keep us company we want images. Glorious, mouth-watering, tantalising pictures that lure your tongue and tingle your taste buds, and enchant your odour sensors even without casting out a wafting, teasing aroma.
I believe the term 'Gastroporn' is used these days to refer to this scrutinizing photography of food.
So I bring the little pointing finger to the morbid blue of the Images link and eagerly, click hard with my mouse.
'Ice Cream Cake'- my fingers dash across the keyboard.
Hundreds of photographs gush in and fill the screen; taken either by professional photographers or amateurs that have finally found the right side up of their cameras.
My tongue lolls out, absent-minded.
'Choco-Oat Cookies', 'Trifle', 'Marble Slab Creamery', 'Honey Dew Smoothie', 'Ice Cream Sandwiches'- Goodies too good to pass up.
With the economic downturn, the one way to turn that frown upside down is taking to comfort food like most non-anorexic people do.
But sometimes the luxuries have to be turned down a notch.
However, sometimes you find when you're drooling over the computer screen at those magnificent, gorgeous treats, you find that your eyes drink in the pleasure, your appetite is slowly curbed and you beam happily, smacking your lips at the succulent taste you imagine sliding down your throat.
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