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Aug. 26th, 2004 03:18 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
clayhornikSome people in this country go to bed hungry; I do it because I'm too stupid to eat properly. I've thrown off my eating habits recently, and as a result, I'm waking up hungry at 3 in the morning, not getting sufficient sleep.
Tonight I tried something different: instead of just laying there with the emptiness in my gut, I went to 7-11. Tacquitos. Did I spell that right? Is it even a real word? Three of them for 2.79. Memo to self: nothing with the word "Fiesta" is stomach safe at 2:30, and just because spinach is "healthy" doesn't mean it's still healthy after being mixed with cheese, wrapped in a bread-by-product shell, fried, and left to sit on the rolling heat tubes of death.
I chased it down with Kraft rotini with "cheddar". Future food: pasta prepared without water, pre cooked so just pour onto the tray, that comes with it, squeeze out the processed dairy facsima-cheese, zap for a minute. Ummm. Here's the scary part: This cheese stuff is food for a post literate society. The directions are both written out and pictures, the pictures much larger than the words.
The pasta bag carries the instructions "tear at notch"- or words to that effect- and a large arrow indicating where the notch was. Carbs carbs carbs and pictograms. Food for fat stupid people.
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A bottle of ginger ale and two cigarettes later, I'm still trying to wrap my brain around a concept: there are people who eat like that EVERY DAY and see nothing wrong with it.
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Just for giggles: google search on "poor peoples food"- lots of good food history, bunches of social issues, all topped off with a good dollop of snobbery.
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Yeah, I wanna be![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
docbrite when I grow up. Writing about food is a WHOLE helluva lot harder than she makes it look. Her and her LJ entries that make me hungry... wait a sec... now I know why I'm hungry so often...
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And as a thought to tide me off to bed: Robert Morley in Theatre of Blood.
Tonight I tried something different: instead of just laying there with the emptiness in my gut, I went to 7-11. Tacquitos. Did I spell that right? Is it even a real word? Three of them for 2.79. Memo to self: nothing with the word "Fiesta" is stomach safe at 2:30, and just because spinach is "healthy" doesn't mean it's still healthy after being mixed with cheese, wrapped in a bread-by-product shell, fried, and left to sit on the rolling heat tubes of death.
I chased it down with Kraft rotini with "cheddar". Future food: pasta prepared without water, pre cooked so just pour onto the tray, that comes with it, squeeze out the processed dairy facsima-cheese, zap for a minute. Ummm. Here's the scary part: This cheese stuff is food for a post literate society. The directions are both written out and pictures, the pictures much larger than the words.
The pasta bag carries the instructions "tear at notch"- or words to that effect- and a large arrow indicating where the notch was. Carbs carbs carbs and pictograms. Food for fat stupid people.
--
A bottle of ginger ale and two cigarettes later, I'm still trying to wrap my brain around a concept: there are people who eat like that EVERY DAY and see nothing wrong with it.
--
Just for giggles: google search on "poor peoples food"- lots of good food history, bunches of social issues, all topped off with a good dollop of snobbery.
--
Yeah, I wanna be
docbrite when I grow up. Writing about food is a WHOLE helluva lot harder than she makes it look. Her and her LJ entries that make me hungry... wait a sec... now I know why I'm hungry so often...--
And as a thought to tide me off to bed: Robert Morley in Theatre of Blood.
