One of my friends,
Will Glaser, was rhapsodizing about food on his blog yesterday. His tongue was poking almost through his cheek as he did so, but still, I sensed an undercurrent of truth. My hypothesis is this: Men enjoy their food more than women do. Well, no, that's not quite right. I greatly enjoy my big, juicy salad with Romaine lettuce, carrot, sugar snap peas, mushrooms, tomato, Mozzerella cheese, and olive-oil-and-vinegar dressing mixed by myself. I know few guys who revel in salad. When it comes to pizza, however, it smells delightful, and I will eat two pieces. When it comes to the third, I must restrain myself. Guys just dive right in. When they come to the third pizza, maybe they will restrain themselves.
Also, I very much enjoy dark chocolate, the darker the better, completely unpolluted by nuts, creams, or anything else. I just asked my brother, "Frank, do you like chocolate?" He is used to me asking him odd questions without any apparent context. He thought for a second and replied, "Yes, in small quantities. And I don't like chocolate ice cream." I followed up by asking, "Could you live perfectly happily in the world if there was no chocolate?" He answered, "Yes, easily."
I found this incomprehensible. My last question was: "What about steak? Could you be happy without steak?" He turned to me and said earnestly, "No, because that would mean that one of God's greatest gifts did not exist!"
Hm. Are some foods essentially feminine and some masculine? Or is my brother just weird?
In support of the latter thesis, Frank arrived from a Post Office run earlier today, exclaiming that he, "now knew where Kentucky Fried Chicken was!" To him, this was an event of some importance. The thing is, KFC is just across and maybe 100' down the street from the Post Office. Frank has had to drive past it every one of the times he has gone downtown since he got his license a year ago. This is the same brother who didn't know how to find downtown Fenton at all when he first got his license, even though it is a 2-minute drive down the same highway my family has driven on every day since he was a baby. *sigh* Don't worry, I told him I was putting this story on here, and he didn't care.
In other news, my sister Magda and I are going contra dancing tonight! Whee! Boy am I glad I don't have classes to study for!