Doran Posted February 19, 2008 Share Posted February 19, 2008 Okay, folks -- here's the cold, hard truth. There are moments when I grow weary of knowing that I should be eating "well". Sometimes, when I'm trying to come up with dinner plans, I'm completely uninspired by the pure pasta sauce I made by hand this summer and the rice noodles in my cupboard, the locally grown radish sprouts, or even the grass-fed lamb out in the freezer. Dangit, I just want to drive to the store, pick up a pre-cooked, highly processed chicken, some frozen tater tots, a jar of canned pears, and call it dinner. I don't WANT to have to think about whether it's on someone's diet, or whether it was shot full with antibiotics before it got cooked up so beautifully, whether my tots are tainted or my pears plump with pesticides. I watch other shoppers happily filling carts with all manner of Boyardees and Manwiches, and I want...I want to...go there. Wouldn't it be easier if I didn't know what I know about food, if I was still blissfully unperturbed by the prospect of all that I might ingest? I know that some of you will just shake your heads and think me a complete nut-case, but I ask you, are they organic nuts? The Swedish Fish taunt me, I tell you, with their snazzy red dyes and sugary fins. And, I want to want them. Doran Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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