"It's not my business, but I'm concerned"

I feel that food is an extension of who someone is. I used to think I had a diverse pallate, that was until I woke up to a traditional Japanese breakfast on my first day as an exchange student. I dove right in, happily eating little crunchy "japanese fries" (naming convention mine) until my translator laughingly pointed out that they, in fact, had eyes and were fish. After that episode, I learned to ask first, eat second. At least in Japan. Different story in S. Leone. I didn't want to know what I was eating there until it had been successfully digested.

Since I spend so much time at work, I've placed a lot of importance on the enjoyability of meals. I usually prepare my lunch at work because we have a huge kitchen. My preference is to eat many small meals throughout the day. Today, I was cutting up celery, zuchini, and peppers of the green and orange variety, when a colleague walked in on my sous-ing. He looked alarmed and said, "it's not my business, but I'm concerned about you". Then he said I was "slight" and needed protein. I told him he had no need for worry as this was meal 1 of 5 for the day.

In an odd way, his concern kind of warmed my heart housed in my slight body.

kiki san