Slow fast

It’s the smell that we receive first. We walk by a restaurant, diner, drive-in, or a joint and the air is thick with the smell of something cooking. That’s what we all receive. For me, it started when I was growing up. I would always ask what’s for dinner and both my parents would keep it vague: Chicken, fish, beef, or on occasion a surprise. So I would try to guess what they were adding. I’d be in a different room while the smell of honey and ginger or taco powder filled my nose. I would always get part of the meal right. That’s where I feel in love with food.
I love food. I love trying new foods and new ways to cook old ideas. So what does the slow/fast mean up there? Slow food and fast food. The idea of going somewhere, sitting down, enjoying the atmosphere of the place, and getting the food that was ordered as apposed to going through a drive thru and getting a meal in a bag from a teen with a high pitched voice. I don’t have a problem with either one. Sometimes I feel like fast food and other days I feel like sitting and enjoying. So what’s the question? Here it is: Is fast food taking away from what slow food can offer? I think fast food might be taking away the spirit of slow food. I know it’s one sided but I like the idea of slow food more than fast food. I’ve already for a few things about slow and fast food. I do plan on going into places and interview people. If I can, I want to interview the guys behind Voodoo Doughnuts. That might be hard but I think the payout will be well worth it.
So I have an idea. I know what I want and I have the basic outline for a paper. Now I get to write out my ideas. This could be quit filling.