I've been thinking about food lately. I do this around this time every year, what with Thanksgiving approaching and all. Not that I do not think about food the rest of the year. I do. Daily, in fact. It's just that those are more mundane thoughts, You know, food as survival or to satisfy hunger pangs, that kind of thing.
Faye and I go out to eat 2 or 3 times a week. We don't have to, of course, Faye doesn't demand it. We would just not eat dinner on those days otherwise because she would not cook and I am too lazy. And inept. I haven't cooked since I was single (or separated). I have no idea how I survived. I do know I weighed a lot less than I do now.
I have noticed a trend over the years in restaurants. The traditional vegetables have all but disappeared. In their place, we now see "vegetable medleys" which are made up of all the things most All American males (and just about any child) will not eat unless forced to. Waxed Beans? Cauliflower? Asparagus? Other things whose names I do not know (or want to).
What happened to corn? And peas? And string beans or carrots? Sure, you can get these at your local Denny's or Village Inn but why not at your local steak house? Where they do not recruit the cooks at the parole office. You know, nice places.
A Night Unremembered
6 years ago