Here are some random thoughts on food:
1. Hub brought home a FULL-SIZED (no Halloween whimpy mini) Snickers bar from work a week ago. That's right...A WEEK AGO! It is still sitting on the kitchen counter. Just goes to show, my respect for what belongs to another person trumps my usual very poor willpower over chocolate and nuts. For a week anyway. I think beyond that, come Saturday, I am declaring it abandoned and available.
2. I've never felt right about eating animals. At least those that walk on land. I do eat mussels, shrimp, oysters and clams with abandon, although shrimp do sort of have a face. I also eat fish. I'm sorry, but I just do and I love it. Chickens and turkeys are technically "foul" and have wings, so I guess I don't count them totally in the land animal category, but of course they are most of time. I only eat them very occasionally. Cows and pigs: Now those are really difficult for me to eat so I very, very rarely do. (Well, unless in the form of extra crisp bacon every once in awhile). You see the problem here -- I'm obviously not a strict vegetarian, so the whole thing causes me some angst, because I really like the idea of being a vegetarian. I once was -- didn't any eat meat at all for over a year back in the 70's. Then I slipped up with a killer Klondike burger at the infamous Come Back Inn in Melrose Park, Illinois. It was all over. These days, you can offer me a smoke or a drink and the answer is an automatic no. No thought required. But this land animal meat food still gives me pause, especially when a guest in someone's home. I will eat what they serve. In my own home I mostly don't eat land animal meat. Also not in restaurants. I'm not sure what this means....just that I'm doing my best to be healthy and ethical. And I worry about Karma. One of those poor beasts may be holding the Karmic soul of someone potentially great and they deserve to live out this life fully without my intervention just cuz I had a hankerin' for a Rib-Eye.
3. I anthropomorphize vegetables. If an animal's Karma keeps me from eating it, veggie Karma seems to insist I devour it as its highest calling. I'm afraid to even admit this, but I have rescued errant hunks of diced carrot from the lip of the garbage disposal in an effort to "save" them and allow them to be eaten. I think I hear them calling, "Don't leave me behind!" when all the other little carrot hunks are already swirling in the pot happily ready to be cooked.
Anyone else share this slightly OCD predilection? No?
Hmmmmm.....now I just feel weird.
At least, that's the view from here....©



We had one daughter who would wait and wait and w a i t to eat her treats, dessert and after several days the other kids would gobble. So, we had to come up with this...the piece of pie (or whatever) with a toothpick stuck in it CANNOT for any reason be touched except by the youngest daughter. Now it is a family joke but there was a lot of angst by the other kids "back in the day"
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