Is it a problem for us to solve, or is it a God-problem-- like making crops grow?

Anyone else here (constantly?) thinking about food? No? Well yesterday morning, God showed me food; a half eaten chimichanga, specifically. Goop (sauce) was oozing out, and there were unidentifiable chunks on the plate. As I watched, I saw myself taking the fork to carefully eat every last bite. "God, what does this mean?" My thoughts wandered to my time in the hospital with Covid when I was ravenous from the steroids. I felt like the Marvel character Venom, prowling around