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Hello Hunger. Where have you been all my life?

Posted at 9:28 PM on April 19, 2008 by Timothy Baird (4 Comments)

I've been traveling for work in the past week. Stockholm and New Orleans. I know - tough life, right? But I'll tell you - it's not all strutting through airport terminals and city streets with hip tunes coursing through your earbuds - keeping the beat with your heels like you're the star of some hot new music video.

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Onset of a grumbling stomach can quickly transform a charming new place to an unfamiliar and daunting food-vending landscape. Each potential food-stop seems either too expensive or too seedy or too familiar or not familiar enough and we're never in the mood for fermented herring and we're not willing to risk Surströmming and the distance to the next stop increases with each iteration. And the hunger grows.

It dawned on me that this aspect of traveling actually bears some resemblance to eating locally. Committed to my new diet, I often find myself in situations where I'm far from home, I'm hungry, and there's food everywhere - but none of it's local.

So I go hungry - until I can get home or get to the co-op.

And I've come to recognize that hunger itself is a somewhat unfamiliar sensation. With my previous diet of ubiquitous foods, I rarely tasted the sting of an empty stomach. Whenever the slightest notion of food entered my mind, I was able to grab a snack and forget about it. Now hunger is on the menu throughout the day - and as a result, meals have an added sweetness, for hunger really is the best cook.