Sometimes, when I am half into my mind, I sing to my food while I prepare it. It’s usually partly comedic, but at the same time… reverent. I make up goofy songs that praise the rice, for example. Rice is rice, right?

Not so.

I suppose some might claim the resulting food splendor resides only in me. But I’ve eaten food sung by my grandmothers. And in places where the cooks are singing. Singing to food is a thing. Older than the sun, this thing.

And I think the truth about food-singing could wreck physics and materialism…

Do you ever sing to your food or have you known someone who does?