I had to walk through a food-court today to get to where I was going and oh man did the smell of Chinese food ever tantalize my nose-buds.
More so than the smells, though, was the sight of food, how it drew me in. I walked past a large poster of a bowl full of steaming hot soup (looked like a chicken broth with veggies and wide noodles) and had a heck of a time looking away. It looked so real, I could've bitten into the cardboard just for a taste!
Oops, am I being bad by talking descriptively about the f-word? (F-o-o-d). ;)