I would like to beg an exception to the buddhist concept that craving leads invariably to suffering.
This isn't always true; or at least, it's too vague.
Craving for craving's sake can be most.... satisfying.
For example, in these three vignettes we are working up for the Cooper Young Night Out on May 1, there is a craving in play which leads in three very different instances to an encounter that would be much less authentic without, well... the lack, the longing, the negative space... the craving that leads up to the encounter.
In our case, the notion of 'meat and potatoes' is getting fleshed out, pardon the pun.
You may crave meat and potatoes on occasion; but have you ever considered that you yourself are meaty? and as a vegetarian, golly gee i sure find myself craving potatoes an awful lot these days. Last week alone I had some every single day. Could it be that it's meat itself which craves its bland and beauteous opposite, the humble potato? And if so... is there anything not enlightened about that?