Food makes me happy....and that's sad

Conundrum. I didn't even know how to spell it, but I know what it means. I'm completely convinced that I would be in GREAT shape if I didn't like food. It's funny that something we must have to sustain life, can also have such drastic blowback. I guess a lot of things are like that:

Water - you've got to have some....but not too much. Just ask the patrons of the Titanic...ya know, when you get there.

Fire - cozy and nice....unless you're Freddy Kruger!

Neil Diamond - Cherry Cherry is a great song. Sweat Caroline and a FEW select others on a very occasional basis are quite nice....but too much of that and you're likely to just snap completely and kill everyone and then you!

Food is this way. The real problem with me is I enjoy the social aspect (sitting around chatting over food - discussing different kinds of food, etc) as much as anything. It's a LOT easier to get excited about a thick juicy steak than a fat, stringy celery stalk. I'm just sayin...