I am one of those people who eat to live, not live to eat. Food to me, is like air. A necessity that your body takes in, processes and throws out after it's done with it. That's it. Well, maybe a bit more. Like fresh air, I prefer food that doesn't taste evil. I don't "have" to have a particular item on my menu to be able to swallow. I eat what I can grab, provided it is no-nonsense. Not much salt, sugar, spice, sourness or anything else. In fact, I like bland food.
Face it. Those pampering their palates end up with complaining tummies and hearts. Oil can make you fat. Sugar puts pressure on metabolism. Spice gives you oesophagitis. Salt increases blood pressure...
Mind you, I do pay attention to what I eat. I love oatmeal, soups (sans cream), salads, crepes, quiche, multigrain sandwiches and so on. But I don't let my life revolve around them. I don't rush to restaurants -- I eat out only when I have to, or on birthdays and anniversaries. I don't go ballistic when told a particular dish is unavailable. I am eagerly awaiting the day they invent those capsules -- you just swallow one and you've had a full meal.
In this, I know I am unlike most people. Or am I? I'd like to have your comments on attitude to food and eating. So what brought this on? Nothing, I've been observing the difference in my attitude from those around me, and thought it would be a good idea for a blog. Or not.
In book news, I read Dan Brown's The Lost Symbol one night after it was released. Kept me on the edge of my seat for most parts, but I thought the ending was bland. Informative, fast-paced, surprise twist, but is it a sequel to Angels and Demons or DVC? No. And some of the things at the end went too abstract for a shallow harum-scarum like me to grasp.
The next post will be on my latest collectables/collectibles (I know, but New Zealand post uses the former spelling while Miller's catalogue uses the latter and I like both of them). And possibly a rant or rave or both. Till then, happy writing!
Oh, and before I forget, I'm working on a short story. I hope I don't end up tearing this up, as I have all previous writing. But this one is military fiction... military drama rather, so I don't think I will. Only, I've got to complete it!
I'm one of those foodies, so it's interesting to hear the other point of view. I think it probably comes down to genetics: what sort of palate you inherited. Just the way some people love all sorts of music and other people kind of wish it would go away most of the time, unless it's got really great lyrics and not a lot of loud banging involved.
ReplyDeleteBTW, keep going with that military drama! Put in some romance and maybe a zeppelin or two, and you may have the next bestseller. If you want to know about the next big things in publishing--and/or why you can ignore them-- check out my report from the CCWriter's Conference at http://annerallen.blogspot.com
Oh, see I'm just like you in this regard. Eating is another thing I have to do. I prefer it to be delicious, but especially when I'm busy I just wish I could constantly stay full so I wouldn't have to bother with eating. But here's a complete contradiction: I enjoy dessert. I love pie and cheesecake and pastries and warm chocolate chip cookies with cold glasses of milk. Go figure.
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