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Sunday, September 03, 2006

If We Are What We Eat, Then I'm In Trouble


Thanks to Ernesto, this Labor Day Weekend which is supposed to be Summer's Last Hurrah is turning into The Festival O' Generalized Malaise. Yesterday we had a high temperature of 65 degrees (I officially began the season of Polar Fleece Body Encasement) and nonstop rain; today we have a high temperature of 68 degrees and lowering clouds that look as if we should be ready to grab Toto and head for the cellar.

I am fussy.

And...I am having one of those days where I am hungry, but I don't know what I am hungry for.

Do you absolutely hate that? You know what that's like. You stand in front of the refrigerator with the door wide open (ILLEGAL!), almost as if you are standing on a podium and addressing the appliance's contents: "I suppose you are wondering why I've called all of you here today." I stare for long minutes at the same stuff: bagels? no. cheese? no. pickles? no. leftover mac & cheese? no. jam, jelly? no. chocolate milk? no. SIGH.

Then, the cupboards. Cheetos? hmmm...no. pretzels? no. granola? ick. popcorn? you're insane. how long have these Peeps been in here? who bought these jalapeno Pringles? eew. where is the Hershey bar I stashed in here? Oh, yeah, I set it out for the cat-sitter. peanut butter? no.
AAAARRRGGHHHH!

I end up with 4 Ritz crackers, one of which I drop, blow on, and eat anyway. Completely unsatisfying.

I go back to reading my book about a Dutch she-merchant in the 1600s. She is eating eggs and beef and drinking ale after just having given birth. None of that ( and I mean NONE OF ANY OF THAT) sounds the least bit appealing. Either does going to the grocery store.

I am in a food/mood crisis. Send help.

8 comments:

  1. The pantry is bear. You can holler "No food!" into the refrigerator and hear your echo. I'm PMSing and like you, don't even know what I want to eat, what I'll buy if I go to the store. But because I'm crabby, I don't want to go to the store with my kids, but I'll have to, which makes me crabbier....This is why there's a "Grrr" in V-Grrrl.

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  2. Correction: The writer is a bear but the pantry is bare. Grrr.

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  3. Mikey G10:12 AM

    I have two grocery stores within a three block radius, and I still cannot decide what to eat on most days. Luckily one of the other incoming students in my cohort has decided to invite everyone over for dinner tonight, so at least I will have to make that decision one less time.

    Call me sometime. It's been too long.

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  4. Fie! The grocery store. Another burden. It's bad enough to have to GO THERE, but then to have to PAY, and HAUL IT ALL IN, and PUT IT ALL AWAY, and DECIDE WHAT TO DO WITH IT ALL ON A DAILY BASIS.... I know. I have issues.

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  5. Isn't it obvious what you want?

    My Very Ethnic Mother Just Served Us Nachos.

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  6. Since it's getting colder, maybe you need some nice vegetable soup and some good bread!

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  7. Whenever I was hungry but didn't know what for, my mom would always say, "eat a raw potato."
    Did that just annoy you as much as it did me when she said it?

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  8. t.u.g--

    oh. my. god. who are you??? yes! mom said that constantly and it always irked me! is that a universal mom thing or are you my sibling disguised as an expat? i'm having a definite x-files moment here.

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