Food, glorious food. The sustenance that keeps us alive. So how did our relationship with it get so…weird?
How did something to be enjoyed with friends and family become something often consumed alone in front of the box?
Or wolfed down at the back of the bus? Or stashed away in a secret place and consumed surreptitiously?
Or constantly worried about and restricted?
Or reverentially viewed on cookery shows and then prepared by piercing the cellophane on a microwave curry?
Food in Fatville has moved from mere fuel to a source of both fetish and fear.
