Carcasses. . .
in my refrigerator. So it was time to clean it out. I tossed a dried up hunk of parmesan, half an old canteloupe, one roasted chicken carcass (which I should have frozen or done something useful with, Grandma, forgive me), fungified carrots, some suspicious looking broccoli, wilted flat-leaf Italian parsley, and the remnants of an ancho chili sauce experiement that failed.
What's left? Cheese, butter, grapes, beverages & condiments. Normally it would be time to stock up, but as I leave for the continent in three days, what's the use? D. will buy some cottage cheese and thin-sliced deli-ham while I am gone and be back in his happy ham & cheese eating bachelor days once again.
I shop almost daily for food. I get up in the morning, pee, stumble to the kitchen for juice & cereal, sit in front of the computer to read my morning news while replenishing my body fluids, bathe, dress warmly, take the border collie out for an hour walk and while I'm walking, I think: What to make for supper tonight? What's for supper, what, what, what? If I had 40 meals in my noggin, it'd be easy to pick just one. As it is, I've only about 11 or so.
Some woman I'd never heard of (Sandra Lee a "lifestylist") was in the PARADE magazine today, being hailed as new Martha Stewart modern homemaker, who advocates that cooking be 70% from cans and the rest homemade. Well, that's 70% cheating, if you ask me. Of course, going her route you have time to make a bunch of silly crafty decorations to give your home that "elegant" look--all while your family sucks in mass quantities of MSG. Oh, but the house will look good, and you can have your friends over, and won't they be impressed at how un-stressed out you are and how nicely you've applied your make-up because you've had so much spare time. Ugh.
I get a little weary with our society's emphasis on appearances. I don't begrudge this Sandra Lee her good fortune, because it seems like she struggled enough while growing up. But her way is not for me & I won't contribute to her fortune.
Many days, when I wander in to the kitchen at 4pm to start the evening meal, I turn on the tv and there's Oprah, all glowing and sparkly with her good-looking audience to cheer her on. Every show I've tuned into lately is about how things look--about makeovers and body image and what it's like to be obese and beautiful objects that are "must haves" And this, apparently is the new religion.
I've challeneged Oprah to do a show without wearing any make-up and not to let anyone in the audience wear it either. Bet she won't do it.
Didn't I start out talking about carcasses?
2:16:01 PM 
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