Wednesday, January 24, 2001
12:54 a.m. Get it?
Tote 'm home? I did. How could I not? I originally had a
nice bag of frou-frou small red potatoes in my cart when I
came upon a huge stack of 20-pound bags of brown potatoes in
this fetching bag.
Really love the bag -- there's a totem pole on it,
obviously. Also obviously, we finally went to the market
after about five weeks of abstinence. The fridge was all
sparkly clean and the new food looks right at home on the
shelves, back where it all should be.
We had a rotisserie chicken, soda, tangerine juice, and
corn chips for dinner. All the sorts of things we'd "run out
of" long ago, and it was fun. I also bought those deadly
Pepperidge Farm Spritzer cookies again, but that problem
will be over in a few more hours.
Food. The love affair. The on-again/off-again endless
runaround. We went to the big-food Smart and Final near us
and I stocked up on linguine and cannola oil and mushrooms.
This store has an entire professional restaurant section and
I bought a new frying pan. Sauté pan, if you want to
be fancy.
I've decided that I'd like to continue to cook for a
little while longer. It brings such joy to the world around
me, starting with Igor, of course. If I have to be round and
lumpy like that bag of potatoes, so be it. Not really. Ok,
maybe. Or not. Conflicted? You betcha.
What's even worse is the radio program I just finished
listening to. The man selling books tonight claims that the
high-starch diet is the doom of all of us. He says that
every single human being is allergic to wheat in some form
or another. Too bad nobody told the Italians about this. Or
the Chinese.
He's not only a vegan, but a raw foodist and a
fruitarian. He's giving a lecture in Santa Monica on Friday
night at a raw-food feast. Otherwise known as a produce
display?
I think I will be a bargian. If it's on sale, I eat it.
Or an eclectian. Put it in front of me and I thank you for
it ... and then I eat it. Or a vagarian. I eat what I'm in
the mood for.
It's really amazing how differently different people feed
themselves. Apples and oranges.
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