She's so hyper, I wonder what she's like in bed...
So, The Evil Science Chick, God bless her, has posted an aside in which she links to an essay on the shame that is food in this modern era. To be frank, this whole thing is utterly alien to me. Food has never been a source of either enjoyment or leisure for me. Indeed, it has been, more or less, an annoyance. I equate food to a chore. A chore that I really only enjoy when I have other folks to help me finish it.
My thanksgiving was at my Aunt's house. we had about 25 people, with a twenty pound bird. There were leftovers of the bird, but the brussel sprouts disappeared inside of ten minutes.
My eighty two year old grand father is my height and weight.
The enigma that is weight management just does not apply to me. I feel bad about it, but there's absolutely nothing I can fucking do about it.
Every gun that is made, every warship launched, every rocket fired signifies, in the final sense, a theft from those who hunger and are not fed, those who are cold and are not clothed. This world in arms is not spending money alone. It is spending the sweat of its laborers, the genius of its scientists, the hopes of its children.
- President Dwight D. Eisenhower
Monday, December 10, 2007
Rachael Ray
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My GOD! I can understand food not being an issue (or wishing it wasn't) but a CHORE!? The process, the flavor, the memories...Scooter, you need to come over for dinner.
Well, I might have over reached, a bit. I enjoy food, but on the same level as I enjoy breathing, you know? It's just one of those things...
I like the social aspect of food ever so much more than food itself. Chicken wings with ranch dressing... meh. Chicken wings with ranch dressing at my karaoke bar with my friends? Delicious.
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