food: how much is too much?
Part 1: Guilty DelightsWith Thanksgiving around the corner and X-mas even closer behind, I started thinking about the different food items I've been craving:
1. Peppermint Bark from Williams Sonoma: regular chocolate bark has nuts in it, but peppermint bark has pieces of candy canes. One side is white chocolate, the other is dark chocolate. It's a bit pricey for how little there actually is per box, but it's worth nibbling on. In fact, because it's costly, it'll make it seem more like childhood--when you save and savor every little piece of candy one at a time. Ok, fine. I lied. I crammed my mouth with it like the rest of us.
2. G collection from Godiva: these chocolates go for about $3 a piece and come in boxes of 15, 30, and 45. You do the math. This is something I'd like to try (at least) once, because quite frankly, I can't take the guilt. There's already enough going towards my stomach, I don't need my wallet whining.
3. Pumpkin anything: pumpkin muffins from Dunkin Donuts, pumpkin pie, pumpkin cheesecake, pumpkin...
4. Egg: for those of you that don't know, I am a huge fan of the egg. I will eat eggs in almost any form--devilled, scrambled, poached, steamed (mm...steamed egg), and especially the Japanese style eggs that they stick on top of rice and call sushi. It has a sweeter taste and is a bit more moist than most types of eggs. My mother used to have this seasoning that she would put in it, but then we found out it was actually just pure MSG.
5. Hot chocolate: I can never make hot chocolate the right way. Usually, the only times I'll drink it is if it's at Barnes & Noble and need to buy something in order to sit on at the cafe tables. I recommend the Godiva hot chocolate because it's super-rich. I tried buying the Godiva hot chocolate mix for myself, but something's still missing. I guess that's how they can keep charging you exorbitant prices at their cafes.
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Part 2: The Hunger Banquet
In honor of hunger awareness week, Butler dining hall had a hunger banquet aimed at starving...me. I went through those doors expecting the same dried up chicken/wet pasta/dirty salad, and instead was ushered down the hall, card swiped, ribbon handed, colored paper picked...and suddently, I found myself sitting at a crowded table with nothing more than white rice on my plate. I wasted a meal on this?? How much do these meals go for now? $8? $9?
So I was pretty pissed off. To add to that, the colored paper kindly told me that my new name was Luftar, and that all my belongings had been destroyed by the hurricane. Ok, fine, sympathy. But I'm still hungry. And as I stared at the plate and avoided the random camcorders going around, I tried SO SO hard to think "So this is how most of the world lives, huh?"
Didn't work. See, these hunger banquets or fasts or whatever charity programs you can think of just don't work on people like me. I'm Cruella deVille; I wear fur, ignore beggars, hoard my money, etc awful things etc. Yes, it's not these peoples' faults that they weren't born into a richer country. But you know what? That money that I could've used to donate to a charity just went towards a lobster dinner to make up for one night of starvation.
But as I walked out of the dining hall, I felt something move inside me--a feeling so fleeting that I could not distinguish it from sympathy or hunger. Maybe I do have a heart after all. Maybe the hunger banquet did succeed in raising a little bit of awareness in me. I didn't wait to figure it out, just climbed the steps to my room and ravaged the last bits of pad thai left in my fridge.
The End.
posted by Tiffany @ 4:42 PM
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