If you are one of my friends who read this blog regularly, you know I’ve been preoccupied with food lately. But just in case you still don’t get how much important food is to me, my Thursday 13 post is about food. Again. Sorry. The following list consists of thirteen tell tale signs that food rules my life.
1. As I made it clear a few days ago in The Lunch Factor post, the thought of lunch gets me out of bed every morning.
2. When I have some work to do in the data center at the headquarters, which is about 10 minutes from my office, I check the headquarters’ cafeteria weekly menu online to decide which day I’d mosey on over there.
3. To decide which day I should take my comp day for working on a weekend or at night, I consult both the headquarters’ cafeteria menu and the Japanese food menu referred to in The Lunch Factor post.
4. The first thing I do in the morning after the computer has been powered up at work is to check the cafeteria and Japanese food menu item (again refer to The Lunch Factor post) for the next day’s lunch, and make the order for Japanese food if necessary.
5. When trying to make the said order above, if I cannot put my order in because the spread sheet is locked by somebody for longer than 5 minutes, way waayyyy more than generous time enough for anybody to put one’s name and the order in, the offender gets a nasty email.
6. When my friends are trying to entice me to come to a get together or a holiday dinner, the first thing they tell me is rarely the location or the time or who’s coming, but what I will be eating.
7. The number one reason I am not taking free online classes, offered by an OS software vendor, which I’m allowed to take during work hours, is because the classes start at 11am and ends at 3pm WITHOUT a lunch break. What kind of dumb fuck schedules classes like that? People’s gotta eat, man!
8. Although I’ve seen 3 people in my adult life who could eat more than I do, I have never had a friend who could eat more and faster than I do in one sitting, and that includes 6ft tall 300+lb guys. OK, this sounds like some odd kind of bragging in a twisted way, but hey, it is what it is.
9. People who I just met often mistake me for being very quiet and reserved if we happen to be eating because I’m usually too busy stuffing myself with food to converse.
10. When people ask me where they should go during their visit to NYC, I gladly share in detail the names and the locations of numerous restaurants and my favorite menu item from each until I’m awkwardly interrupted by some remarks like they meant sightseeing and places to visit and such, not the eateries. (Well, I guess I should say I “used to” because NYC hasn’t been my hangout for about 5 years and so I can’t really give recommendations now.)
11. In the beginning of this year, I stopped going to the weekly departmental change control meeting which I had faithfully attended for several years. In the beginning of this year, “coincidentally,” they stopped serving donuts in the said meeting.
12. I make sure to empty my bowels and wear clothes with elastic waist before going to a buffet or rodizio.
13. I really do eat anything. Moldy food is still food.
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Because MY world revolves around food. Reading the comments on The Lunch Factor reminded me how my life gets arranged around food, and it especially reminded me of numerous episodes like the following which happened quite often when I used to live in the city, convenient distances away from my friends.
My friends used to call me at 9 or 10 or 11 at night to get me to come out. As some of you know, I’m extremely lazy, so once I’m all settled to veggie the night away with my big fat ass glued on a couch, it’s very hard to convince me to peel my ass off the couch. And the conversation would go something similar to this:
Friend: Yeah, we’re going to xxxxxx, you wanna come?
Me, pretending not to know the time: Uh… what time is it?
Friend: Ten Thirty
Me, hesitantly: Um… eh… nah… I think I’ll just stay in.
Friend, in I-knew-you’re-gonna-say-that tone: Why? We’re on our way to pick you up now.
Me, thinking “oh shit, he’s on his way already?”: Cause it’s kinda late and I feel lazy and…
Friend, incredulous: It’s only ten thirty! You go to bed at three in the morning!
Me, helplessly trying to come up with excuses: …and I gotta put make up back on… and get ready again and…
Friend, in oh-I-know-how-to-settle-this tone: There. Will. Be. Food.
Me, perking up, the ass already peeled off the couch: When are you picking me up?
Ahh… those were the days…
Some mornings, Many mornings, Every morning, after I shut the alarm, half awake, half asleep, I ponder the state of my physical and mental faculties to get through the day looming over me. I am not “sick” per se, but I feel sluggish, and I feel like my body needs a little more rest from moving about. My eyes hurt when I try to separate the upper and the lower eyelids, which have been glued together overnight by whatever substance that’s produced by my eyes. And the only thought that comes to my foggy brain is I need to think of an excuse to take today off… And I try to think of an excuse, the effort making me a little more awake than before, which pisses me off.
But then I go, Wait a minute… Did I order lunch for today? That needs some explanation. There is a group of Japanese people at work who made arrangements with a Japanese restaurant and organized some system so you can put an order for lunch everyday for the next business day. The menu for each day is provided a week at a time, and you pick one out of four different kinds of food – a bento, a curry, a rice bowl, and a special, and put it in the spreadsheet provided on a network drive by 5 o’clock in the evening. By noon the next day, you get your food delivered, you pay a set price of $8. It’s pretty convenient not to mention that the food is good. I only order one or two days a week though because the menu doesn’t always contain what I want to eat.
And so after some intense effort to recollect if I ordered the food or not, being awaken a little more by the effort, I exert superhuman strength to get out of bed because usually I can’t, for the life of me, remember if I ordered my lunch. So I drag myself around to take the dogs out in order, and get ready for work. By the time I’m ready, I remember about lunch. But by that time, I have spent too much energy getting ready for work, I might as well go to work even when it turns out that I didn’t order my lunch. So I go to work.
How about that for motivation?
The diet is officially off. Oh well, that didn’t last long. I haven’t been vigilant for the last couple of weeks, but then the stock market plummeting and the economy heading to Lala land while the Bush administration pulled a number out of their greedy asses to bail out their friends really did it for me. My 401K retirement fund skydived and I was physically shaking all day Monday with splitting headache for a few days.
So I turned to food. I’ve been feasting on some fried foods, pastries, cookies, pie, cake, whipped cream, ice cream, sorbet, etc. I know, I’m not supposed to, but that’s the handiest resource I can get right now unless anybody wants to get me a sugar daddy real soon. At least my mouth is happy and my tummy full.
… if I had not cooked this past weekend because I didn’t make an entry about it, I did. But I didn’t want to bore you with the same exact recipe as the week before. Yes, I made jambalaya again. I already had all the ingredients except peppers and onion. I made it a little spicier putting more cayenne pepper and Red Hot sauce. It’s delicious. Heavenly. Try it.
Serious Stuff. Seriously
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