About Food
This was my dinner on Monday night. I like dinosaur-shaped meats. All meats should be dinosaur-shaped. In other thoughts, are McCain Smiles kind of black-face racist or do I just overcook them?
I'm sitting here eating Edy's Double Chocolate Brownie ice cream and remembering how I used to pay a small fortune for a midget-sized quart import container of this stuff at the Carrefour in Taiwan. Taiwanese ice cream sucks, and I would have absolutely died a miserable white man's Asian death without this crack. Even now, the taste takes me back to laptop movie nights under the mosquito net on the world's hardest bed.
Everyone that I know loves food. Except me. I've been running with a gang for a few weeks now that can easily spend an hour in Whole Foods' produce section picking vegetables for a cookout. This is great, excruciating madness. I see the enjoyment that eating out at new restaurants brings people, the excitement of trying a new type of cuisine, the fun that some find in cooking from scratch, from finding a new recipe.
I love ice cream, doughnuts, and Pringles, am passionate now about certain, very specific Asian dishes, and pretty much just eat to survive otherwise. I actually enjoy smelling food more than eating it most of the time. I work right by the break room at my bank, so I get the olfactory experience of biryani, Greek kabobs, and Vietnamese rice dishes on a regular basis. And then there was the day when someone brought sardines, extolling their Omega 3 content, and was savagely rebuked by all others in attendance.
Anyway, I don't love food. I guess some people have a hard time understanding this.
Just Watched:
Grey Gardens on DVD
"If you can't get a man to propose to you, you might as well be dead."
I'm sitting here eating Edy's Double Chocolate Brownie ice cream and remembering how I used to pay a small fortune for a midget-sized quart import container of this stuff at the Carrefour in Taiwan. Taiwanese ice cream sucks, and I would have absolutely died a miserable white man's Asian death without this crack. Even now, the taste takes me back to laptop movie nights under the mosquito net on the world's hardest bed.
Everyone that I know loves food. Except me. I've been running with a gang for a few weeks now that can easily spend an hour in Whole Foods' produce section picking vegetables for a cookout. This is great, excruciating madness. I see the enjoyment that eating out at new restaurants brings people, the excitement of trying a new type of cuisine, the fun that some find in cooking from scratch, from finding a new recipe.
I love ice cream, doughnuts, and Pringles, am passionate now about certain, very specific Asian dishes, and pretty much just eat to survive otherwise. I actually enjoy smelling food more than eating it most of the time. I work right by the break room at my bank, so I get the olfactory experience of biryani, Greek kabobs, and Vietnamese rice dishes on a regular basis. And then there was the day when someone brought sardines, extolling their Omega 3 content, and was savagely rebuked by all others in attendance.
Anyway, I don't love food. I guess some people have a hard time understanding this.
Just Watched:
Grey Gardens on DVD
"If you can't get a man to propose to you, you might as well be dead."
3 comments:
Does this mean you are going to stop reading my blog since it's mostly about food these days?
I'm ok with you not loving food. I don't necessarily understand it, but I am ok with it.
Grey Gardens is in my queue. That quote makes me a little sad.
Maybe you don't love food because you aren't really eating food, you're eating food-like products (see In Defense of Food by M. Pollan). Just a thought.
The one problem with this is that I don't know how you could be the guy selling our goods at the farmer's market if you don't like it. We'll have to work on that.
We made some homemade (of course) ice cream the other day. It was good. Not great yet, but we'll get there. We're sick to death of super expensive (here in Canada), gummy, ice cream that won't freeze hard because it is so whipped and full of air. That and it isn't called "ice cream" on the package anymore; it's called "frozen dessert." More accurately it could be called "frozen modified milk ingredients." I'd better stop... :-)
Oh yeah, it is getting really difficult to find actual ice cream now instead of "frozen dessert" - which they put in teeny tiny print on the bottom of the carton. Edy's is the worst offender on this. An easier method is just to notice the absence of the words "ice cream" anywhere on the product. I only buy actual ice cream; the other stuff is gross.
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