03 February 2010

Can you dig it, man?

I love food.  I love food almost as much as I love science fiction, which I love even more than my own mother, who loves science fiction more than me, too.  We have matching Star Trek communicators, but that's another story.

I love food.  I love to cook it.  I love to smell it.  I love to eat it.  My favorite foods are "waste" meats, like eyeballs and tripe, and broccoli.  My roommate is not nearly as adventurous with food as I am.  He sustains himself primarily on eggs, chips and salsa, and sandwich meats.  I think this is mostly because he can't cook.  I do cook for the two of us on occasion, but as he is the buyer of the groceries and I am the cooker of the food, I find there's very little I can do with such limited ingredients.  Most of the time, I just dream about mac 'n' cheese when I eat a plain pastrami sandwich.

On a related side note (Don't worry, there's a segue.) I'm kind of stuck in the 70s.  Long, unkempt hair, solid-colored clothing, understated shoes, the periodic emergence of a leather jacket, usually to go to shows.  It's kind of ridiculous, and I never really think about it, but lately I've had a problem with "advancements in science".  I am more concerned  about contracting cancer from post-Green Revolution technologies than I am about being mugged downtown when I'm alone at night.

This naivete extends fully into my anti-microwave oven philosophy.  I refuse to own one, and my roommate thinks that's completely bizarre.   I guess I have to forgive him because he was born in the 90s, but I think it's preposterous to think a microwave oven is a kitchen necessity.  In fact, I believe that's why my roommate eats such a limited variety of foods, because he can't cook without nuking something.  I have only recently showed him the magic of a conventional oven, but he still insists on getting take-out choriqueso at restaurants whose waiters I like and complaining about his inability to re-heat it at home later.  Sorry, dude. I don't want anything to do with something that produces heat without heat.  Just don't get the queso.

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