Turn up the Bass

I had a synesthesia moment yesterday in the checkout line at Whole Foods, sampling a bite of some crappy fat free strawberry cereal bar and trying to describe to myself why it felt lacking.


It was bass. Fat is bass. Fat-free is all treble and tweeters. I need the deep, throbbing, in your body there-ness of bass in my food, not the ghost tinniness of fat-deprived fakes.


Some foods taste good as treble. Fruit is treble. A crisp cold ice water is treble. Yum. But I gotta have that bass. I crave the food equivalent of subwoofers turned up to eleven.

art: French Fries by Catherine Jones