Everything is dangerous if you consider it deeply enough

There is an intrinsic trust when it comes to food. I, having slaved in the heat of the kitchen, place in front of you a plate of something that I hope will be deliciously satisfying. You, having waited patiently, pick up your fork and knife, inhaling the aroma wafting in front of your face. I watch you place the food in your mouth, watch your face, looking for some sign of enjoyment, trusting you will be kind with me.

But the real trust comes when I leave, hoping that I didn’t just accidentally poison you. You, trusting that I didn’t.