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why i don’t do drugs

i’ve mentioned before on here – several times i’m sure – that i’m sort of a foodie.

not the rich and knowledgable kind.  i can’t tell you much about truffle oil or where the best foi gras can be found.  but i do enjoy food, and eating, and the process, flavors and experiences that go with all things food.  well…maybe not ALL things food.  it’s likely i wouldn’t enjoy prison food too much, even if it HAD truffle oil in it, which i doubt it does.

anyway, i’d much prefer to be having this today:  as it is overcast and breezy out, and seems like an ideal lunch for today.

but i would be happy with this as well

because i am happy to eat Mexican food any day of the week.  and sometimes more often than that.  however, what i would NOT like for lunch is the topic of this post.  i heard from my sister last night that a man was found in Florida, eating the face off another man, while he was still alive.  now, i’m not implying that this man was also a foodie, and wanting to sample other delicacies he had not heretofore attempted.

he was, apparently, on drugs, and i guess got the munchies and didn’t have enough change on him to pick up a snack.  seeing as how he was NAKED and all.  and while i find it unappetizing to be munching on someone’s face, i am also perplexed about his clothing selection at this time, and why he felt it necessary to be in the buff for this situation.

but this is why i do not do drugs.  at least other than opiates.  because while i might find some men handsome enough, and i might kiss them with a fervor that LOOKS like i’m eating them up, i don’t actually wish to consume anyone.  it’s a personal choice.   cannibalism; not cannibalism.  maybe it’s a degree, like homosexuality.  some people are gay, some people are homophobic, and others fall in the middle somewhere.

so maybe: some people are vegans, some people are cannibals, and i would rather eat Jimmy John’s.

nom nom nom…

mmmm….lunch

tortellini soup with spinach

confessions of a Taurean woman

last night before going to see the fabulous final episode of Harry Potter, i got to go to McAlister’s Deli for dinner.  having never been there, i wasn’t certain what to expect. 

http://www.mcalistersdeli.com/

i certainly wasn’t prepared for the taste explosion that awaited me, in the form of taco salad (waaaahhhh!  so delish!!)  and some kind of sweet sandwich they had.  ridiculously delicious.

now, for those interested viewers who don’t know, i am a taurus.  growing up, i had no idea i was a foodie.  we were poor, ate a lot of stuff like frozen pizza, pork-n-beans, and hamburger helper, and went out to MacDonald’s    i didn’t grow up with a sophisticated palette.

then there were my 20’s, when i was obssessed with how i looked, paranoid about being overweight (i wanted to be an actress, overweight doesn’t fly real well in hollywood), and fond of punishing myself with rules like no ice cream ever, moderate consumption of pizza, and no alcohol.  WTF???  so my taste buds were resigned to live a life enjoying salads with dry toasted sesame sticks and frozen yogurt with granola toppings.  very good, actually, but somewhat limiting in both scope and nutritional requirements.

finally i discovered my true calling:  food enthusiast.

now, i’m not a porker, but i do represent well.  i am the typical aging Taurus woman, with a juicy center like some kind of well filled doughnut.  not ridiculously huge, just extra to hold onto in the cold Michigan nights.  so finding McAlister’s was a happy treat, and is rightfully going into my restaurant journal as “superior taste experience”!