My relationship with food is less one about pleasure or taste, rather more of a matter of purpose. Not only am I carnivorous, I am ravenously so to the point it becomes obsession, as the longest I had gone without fresh meat in any meal was three days. By the morning of the fourth day, it was all my mind had become fixated upon. Everything else had become secondary and the only desire was to acquire the desired food, in this case a chicken. I recall clearly that I hadn't much register of other conversations or objectives, between being sleep deprived and delirious plus hungering.