a square meal?
Who can keep all the pyramidal permutations straight these days. There are good carbs and bad carbs, good fats and doughnuts. Being a foodiphile I’ve never been one to cut anything out of my life, but I have become a bit of a processed-food nazi. Even that doesn’t mean that I don’t snarf a hot dog/bag of chips here and there.
One of the biggest things I’ve learned on my edible journey is: food makes me happy. When I’m sad, ice cream does wonders. When I’m angry, I might need to take a drive toward a red carton of salty fries. General malaise can be cured with anything slathered in pesto. Some people would chastise me for using food as an emotional fix, giving it a dangerous importance to my mental well-being. As if a bad week would see me permanently fixed to a table at Izzy’s.
I’m not belittling eating disorders, Lord knows I’ve battled with enough women friends over their food issues. Maybe if the actual food was as important to them as its affect on their too-tight jeans, then they’d understand how to heal themselves.
Moderation, of course, gives you roots and wings.
All of the Time
Avocados: a necessary good fat and integral part of any quality turkey sandwich.
Nuts: peanut-butter is a building block of life.
Olive oil: so versatile, sometimes I think I could drink it straight from the bottle.
Bread: Fresh, springy or dense, seedy or not, locally baked a must.
Meat: My last meal on earth will be beef.
Veg: The more colorful the better. Tomatoes every day, asparagus all spring, pot-roast carrots when it’s cold.
Fish/Chicken: Train the children early to eat fish that doesn’t come in sticks. Tell them it’s chicken if you have to.
Dairy: Cheese is a gift from the animals to us, an entire meal can be saved with cheese.
Chocolate: Hooked on 62% or higher.
Some of the Time
Pasta: Nothing holds a gorgonzola cream sauce like a dense, toothsome gnocchi.
Butter: Margarine is the devil.
Ice Cream: Should be classified by the FDA as a pharmaceutical.
Potatoes: Who among us can completely deny fries? Or a hot, crispy hashbrown?
Pizza: My pie = pesto, goat cheese, prosciutto, roasted red peppers, capers, Neapolitan crust.
Burgers: My last meal on earth will be a cheeseburger.
Indulgences
Hot Dogs: Preferably from a hot cart.
Coke: Ice cold, from the fountain, with a straw.
Milk Duds: I can not watch a movie in a theater without them.
Fried Chicken: Recovery food. Pure hangover bliss.
Cream Cheese Wontons: It’s my Minnesota right.
Doughnuts: Sometimes we all need a little kick-start.
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