Experiment in herbivoracity
I’ve decided to eat less meat and consume less animal products.
All-at-once changes in habit don’t work for me, and in any case I’m not ready to become a vegetarian. But just “doing it less often” won’t work. I’m an omnivore and lazy. Failure awaits.
Instead, I have committed to one vegetarian day a week. There’s no way I can’t do that, and since it’s formalized it will be harder to screw it up.
I will probably make it a weekday, maybe Wednesday. I’ll decide next week. Today, though, was such a day. I consumed:
Ice tea/lemonade drink.
Salad of beets, sweet red peppers, and cucumber in a yogurt-lemon dressing with coarse black pepper
Sweet corn soup w/black pepper
Stoned wheat crackers
Probably more beer later
Gosh, this is going to be PAINFUL!
I have become fat, shatterer of worlds.
Inexplicable artifacts of the freezer case: D-Lights
New terrors of consumerism: energy nuts
What does this “toy” require of us?
The mechanical fish wants us to return the fast-food meal consisting of dismembered and reconstituted real fish that has been fried and then frozen and then reheated and sold at a McDonalds. How are we to respond? Is this a Scrooge/Marley scenario? Is the mechanical fish a vengeful ghost? Can we “give back” this item to the mechanical revenge ghost fish in any way that is meaningful? Why won’t it shut up? How did we get to this place? SHIELD ME FROM THE FISH
But my God, Jones, it was not just pasta. This thing…
Rising from the waves atop a misshapen city of impossible angles and mind-snapping vistas, tentacles the size of ships writhing in ichor, great bellowing leathery wings blasting fetid gales, and an unspeakably alien head bulging with eyes, mouths, and unnameable gaping maws: some refrigerator pasta.
New horrors of the upscale freezer section: Tuscan Veggie Bake
I know that “Tuscan” just means “you just paid too much for generic Italian-American glop,” parallel to “Southwestern” and “Provençal.” I also know that people want to feel that they are eating light even when eating hyper-processed poison from the freezer case.
But nobody wants to eat anything called a “veggie bake,” even if it’s artisanal, Szechwan, uncured, extra-virgin, and triple-distilled.