1. Foodtiment(fuːd.tɪ.mənt), noun. A thought, opinion, or idea based on
a feeling about food, or a way of thinking about food; the
combination of food and sentiment
Compilation of Foodtimental writings by
Christine Kung (3001186519)
Simon Fraser University

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Artist Statement
I’ve always loved animals. I dreamt about owning a gigantic zoo, or even better, become
a modern female version of Noah and built an ark huge enough to hold a pair of each
kind of animals.
When I reached the age where I began to think about the origin of everything, I realized
that all the meat I have eat is in fact a slice of a once cuddly, living animal.
“I don’t want to eat steak, mommy, daddy.” I told my parents at the dinner table. “I don’t
want to eat the poor moo-moos (the name I gave those usually-black-and-white four legs
animals) who died for being stacked in the grocery store’s freezer.”
“Eat it and finish it. They sacrificed their lives to become a part of you.” They replied.
Food. Foods are things we eat to stay alive.
Or… is it?
On special occasions, we eat cakes to celebrate. On Valentines Days, we give chocolates
to signify our loves. On exam periods, we (or at least I) eat chocolate to suppress stress.
Food. Food holds a lot of emotions.
This is a compilation of sentiments I had when I allow my emotions to flow along with
food. From Love, Praise, Hate, to Apprehension, I transcribed the foodtiments discovered
alongside food.
So, join me. Take a bite of your food, close your eyes, linger the piece of food along you
tongue, immerse your emotions among your taste buds. Be sentimental, or rather,
Foodtimental. Bon Appétit.

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I. Love
First Homemade Pasta Date
-An interview with the boyfriend-
A little more than a year ago my boyfriend invited me to his apartment for the first time.
“I want to make you the best pasta on Earth.” he said. Without hesitation, I agreed (partly
because I was curious about his cooking skill, and mostly because I was excited to
inspect his habitat).
That meal was one of my favorite memories even though the slight embarrassment made
it a taboo conversation topic. However, since we pledged to support each other in any
circumstances, I decided to take advantage of this opportunity and interview him about
our first homemade pasta date.
Do you remember what happened the first time I went to your place?
You mean besides the cuddling session? I made you pasta.
You remember how you had made it?
I was hoping that we’d never talk about that so I can pretend it never happened. I
basically boiled some water, dumped the spaghetti in the water, drained the spaghetti
after 8 minutes, and mixed some cream cheese and butter with it.
And?
Oh no. And then I burnt the cheese. I tried to throw everything in the garbage without
you noticing, and order take out.
Overestimated your cooking skill, didn’t you?
I’ve spent time watching my mom cook. I thought if I do everything she does, I’d be able
to make some out-of-this-world-pasta. Honestly, I just wanted an excuse to invite you to
my place.
Were you disappointed when the pasta you made wasn’t the “best pasta on Earth”?
I felt more embarrassed than anything else. All I could think of was “Shit. Now she
knows I bullshitted my cooking skill.” But that pasta date turned out unexpectedly well in
the end.
How so?
Well, you caught me throwing the pasta away, so you made a new batch when I went to
the bathroom. When I came back, I found some pasta sauce, and we ended up making

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some pretty decent pasta together. It is that time when I realize I can open up and do all
the embarrassing things in front of you.
That’s exactly how I felt. Pretty sure that was the point where we started really
being ourselves in front of each other.
Oh yeah. Right now I’ll just have to tell you that I’m hungry, and we’ll call Megabite and
order three large pizzas.
We’ve spent so much time talking about food. So what is food to you?
I don’t think there’s a solid definition for food. The purpose of eating is always different.
I’m sure our stance on food is the same.
Because we always eat together?
Because we do everything together. You’re such a needy girlfriend. Before gym or work,
we eat food for fuel. When we’re studying, we eat because we’re bored, so food is a
distraction from boredom. On special days like birthdays and Christmas, we eat to
celebrate. When we pass by a restaurant and decide to go in and try their menus, eating is
an adventure.
What’s the best way to enjoy food in your opinion?
Eat when you’re super hungry. Order big portion but inexpensive food. Eat with someone
you love while watching TV shows in bed. And most importantly, from my personal
experience, don’t pick fights with your S.O. when they’re cooking.

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II. Praise
Love Letter from the Pasta Maker’s Wife
-Ode to a Farmer-
Thank you Darling,
For making all the fresh green Italian spaghetti
It is the best of the best,
For homemade spinach pasta is unlike the rest
Rusty mini truck,
We bring our pasta to the market
Spreading packs of pasta on the table,
We’re certain they’re customers’ target
Eleven O’clock,
The sun shines bright and your smile’s confidant
Waiting for our first buyer,
You know people enjoy our handmade nourishment
Mr. and Mrs. Taylors:
“We’ll have five packs; we fancy your fresh produce”
Befriending regulars,
You share your recipe that’s handed down through generations
Passion,
For you is the process of making spinach spaghetti
Welcoming shoppers,
You sincerely hope they’ll enjoy your creation
Farmer’s market,
The place where you’re most blissful
Most diligent man I’ve seen
Accentuating food pleasure you’ve always been

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III. Hate
To the Pile of Orange Gunk on My Plate
-An Address to the Food I Hate-
Dear Oily Sweet and Sour Pork,
Please feel free to consider this as a hate letter
For I am done trying to like you
You disgust me
And you bewilder me
What’s your flavor really?
Sweet, Sour, or Salty?
Your taste is as confusing as teenage behaviors
And what are the pineapples doing in there?
Ruining the delicacy of the fruit with your gunk
Slimy tongue
Mouthful of grease
Gooey sauce
Lard covered teeth
Slugs
Salamander
Fungus
Caterpillar
Thick batter
I can’t even taste the pork
Red and orange mess
Stop gluing onto my fork

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IV. Apprehension
Hanging Up the Competition Heels
-Micro-Fiction-
This morning I woke up in a bathtub full of burgers
“What have I done?”
I searched for my reflection in the mirror
Fake tan, cockroach-legs-like lashes;
I was in a bodybuilding show yesterday
Glittery bikini, transparent heels;
I am a bikini competitor
Defined muscularity;
12 weeks of excessive cardio and insufficient carb intake
Burgers in the bathtub;
I let my cravings get the best of me
“What was I doing?”
Body fat percentage;
Clichéd terminology in this fitness industry
Extreme dieting and exercising;
That’s just like anorexic, right?
Bodybuilding is body loving;
LIE!
Sorry girls,
But it is time for me to hang up my competition heels.