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Monday, October 24, 2005
Food
I can’t eat French onion soup, not because I don’t like the taste but because it’s ugly. Brown and thick and horrid looking.
Lately I’ve been eating veggie burgers for dinner because my imagination has been acting up when I eat meat. I have to add alfalfa sprouts on top of the veggie burger, though, to break up all that brown-ness. Sans sprouts, the bun and the burger are basically the same color. If it were a painting it would be one boring, unappealing slab of poop brown. Add a few sprouts, though, and the painting is like a Warhol painting, bright and beautiful and scrumptious.
Growing up, I ate a lot of venison. Not because I liked it but because, with a deer-stalking dad, I had to. Venison is the ugliest meat, wrinkled looking and colorless like an old woman’s boob. Sometimes I think I gagged on the ugliness.
I like my food to be pretty.
Part of the reason I like fruits and vegetables is because they add color and variety to food. They say, “Hi! I’m pretty! Eat me!” And so I happily do.
Last night I had takeout sweet and sour chicken from KinhDo. When I sat at my dining room table and opened the box of rice, I was deeply disappointed. Fried rice instead of steamed. Fried rice is brown, steamed is white. Sweet and sour sauce is brown-ish, fried chicken is brown and now fried rice is brown. An all-brown meal is too much.
But it was the only thing I had to eat, so I did.
I’m not that crazy.
Posted by Aaron on October 24, 2005 9:05 AM

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