Hi, I'm Wendy, and this is my little piece of reality. It is a world unto itself filled with endless possibilities & a myriad of images in full Technicolor.
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Sunday, February 7, 2016
food you loved as a kid?
And now hate? For me, there are so many. I had no sense of taste or refined palette as a child. I loved junk food like Cheetos and shitty quality candy. Did the quality of M&Ms get worse, or did I get pickier? I'm guessing both. I couldn't even finish a fun-pack of them about 10 years ago. I threw it away as the trash that it was.
I learned from a friend that Cheetos came out with new flavors 25 years or so ago, which shows how long it's been since I've thought of them. I don't want to try them now because it's a no-win situation. If I dislike them, then it ruins a rare pleasant childhood memory. And if I still like them, I'll end up eating more chemicals, which won't do my health any favors. Rather, I'll remember them fondly and treasure the memory.
These days, I buy organic, fair-trade, artisanal chocolate, which is handmade by fairy princess elves, after they've freshly washed their hair and smell like sunshine and rainbows. Or handcrafted salami, made by the seventh son of a seventh son on the first new moon of the Lunar New Year. Or something similar. Because I'm worth it. :)
I also used to scarf down Hot Pockets and Steak-umms and all kinds of processed 'food' products. Food preparation has always been a chore to me, because with hypoglycemia and migraines, I need to eat fairly often and sometimes very quickly. Therefore, I've opted for convenience over quality. Now, I'm learning how to mesh the two. A tasty tin of sardines is healthy enough and very quick. Plus I can share it with Kitten for special occasions.
I appreciate the irony that this comes from someone who eats four day old chicken or nine year old canned beans. I'm a work in progress, mofo'. :)
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