I'm sure everyone reading this knows someone who, when they're reading something, you're reading it, too. Whenever they read an interesting article, magazine column, political insight or human interest story, they have to interrupt whatever you're doing to tell you about it.
Well, Salad Eater has become this person, sorta. She loves non-fiction, but she never has the time to finish a library book in three weeks--she's always returning them half-read.
So, I picked up Michael Pollan's In Defense of Food as a book on CD, and she listens while doing her yoga or bustling around the apartment. She loves it, even if the guy reading it has an annoying way of speaking (haven't these guys ever heard an author speaking at a town forum or other event? They don't chant like poetry professors. They talk like the most interesting guy at the party.)
Didn't I say this would be about eating?
Anyway, we're at the point where Pollan talks about American eating habits, the Western diet, and how we differ from other, healthier cultures. I went to bed last night just as he ran through portion sizes and mentioned--once again--that people don't eat as many plants as they used to.
And today I overslept and left without packing lunch. I have to buy it! And just down the road is the Market Fresh, a nice place that sells healthy salads.
Not that I went there. I went to the hotel restaurant instead and ate a Bavarian Burger, which has a slice of corned beef, a pile of sauerkraut and Thousand Island dressing on it--and OMG, the shame made it taste triple delicious!
(I had salad instead of fries, just because.)