You’ve grabbed your favorite pint of ice cream, get all snuggled up on the couch in your favorite sweats and about to watch your favorite movie. You pop open the lid on that bad boy of frozen creamy decadence and dig right in with the spoon. As you carve away a few bites, you can see the perfectly blended flavors in that batch. Soon enough, you find a nice chunky part of fudge that has been swirled into the pint. But, as you have a few more bites, you discover it’s not just on the surface upon which you have discovered it. This vein of fudge keeps going. All the way to the bottom. Jackpot! Gold mine! Eureka! All is right with the world because you chose THAT pint of ice cream and THAT exact angle in which to eat it that you found the PERFECT fudge vein!
This simple, easy, euphoric feeling of joy is what I call the Fudge Vein. Hitting the Fudge Vein is the bliss and elation felt from a connected and powerful experience. For some people it could be when they’re running, reading a book, creating art, crunching spreadsheets, fishing or candle making - whatever it is that gives you that feeling of joie de vivre, as the French would say (the literal translation is "joy of life").
Finding the Fudge Vein isn’t always easy. I mean, how many ice cream pints have you eaten where it DIDN’T have the perfect fudge vein? But that’s okay, because that distinctiveness is what sets your Fudge Vein apart from the rest of the thousands of things you do in your life. But once you’ve found it, you know. The Fudge Vein is too good to miss!/div>
For me, living life in the Fudge Vein immersing myself in the connection to my food. Cooking, baking, watching food documentaries, reading about food politics, dining at restaurants, finding that great hole in the wall taco joint - you name it, if it's food related and I'm involved, I am living in my Fudge Vein.