Most people have become accustomed to eating their food predigested and preprocessed. Knowledge, that is. That is why categories of identity seem to make us so happy: high in fat, high in sugar, low in fibre and nutrition -- we gobble them up to our hearts' content. They even give us a mystical feeling that we can look into somebody's soul and spirit without having to even engage with them first.
Me -- I like my food a posteriori -- slow cooked in the oven by my own hand, with carefully managed quantities of juices, to the point of being a little overdone.
Fast food knowledge has never appealed to me. It may give you a momentary buzz but its going to end up giving you cancer.
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