Cinnamon toast.
June 19, 2007
grapefruits in the street
Walking out of a yoga class and peeling a grapefruit while trying to maneuver a jean jacket, yoga sack, and duffle bag. Peeling and messing around, struggling and squinting. Late afternoon sun in a busy street, rush hour, maybe ten minutes after a brief assault of rain. Officey types on their way home squinting at me as I squint back. I'm trying to seem more hilarious and entertaining than pathetically uncoordinated. I don't even need a picture of this to know that it was ridiculous. The grapefruit is so good, and I'm so awkward, and so happy. My legs and hips so relieved from the previous hour of stretching after a day of sitting and before that a week of not working and camping, listening and reading. Not stretching.
The last thing I ate before this...was a granola bar, and a chocolate turtle. And some kind of chocolate covered nut. And my hands are so sticky after from the pith of fruit. I consider putting my hands into the puddles on the edge of the street and sidewalk to be able to wipe them....on....my jean jacket. And this is exactly what I do after looking behind me and scanning for people who would care about what I'm doing.
The last thing I ate before this...was a granola bar, and a chocolate turtle. And some kind of chocolate covered nut. And my hands are so sticky after from the pith of fruit. I consider putting my hands into the puddles on the edge of the street and sidewalk to be able to wipe them....on....my jean jacket. And this is exactly what I do after looking behind me and scanning for people who would care about what I'm doing.
June 12, 2007
This is an invitation
We eat everyday.
Living and eating and living and sleeping....on and on.
We invest time, effort, money to eat, and consequently form emotive connection to the process of cooking and the act of eating. Whether you are eating in your home, in a restaurant, in a park, on a bench, or while walking down the street the experience is riddled with moments of revelation, decision, memory, feeling, instinctual reactions, and personal expectations that mostly are left unspoken. Sometimes ignored or forgotten.
These thoughts and reactions, gut responses to food might be interesting to track.
Let's collect reviews &/or photographs of your grocery store trauma, the disgusting salad you made on Tuesday morning for work, the oh so beautiful crab apple fights you've had in your backyard, or the most prefectly satisfying hung-over breakfast you've ever had. It all counts. It all helps us to uncover the best place for cheap breakfast that will inspire us to live great days and aspire to maybe even evaluating where and why we're eating.
So, review everything. From 5 star to no stars. Indoor or outdoor, public or private.
*to gain permission to post reviews in this blog, please e-mail platepeople@gmail.com*
Living and eating and living and sleeping....on and on.
We invest time, effort, money to eat, and consequently form emotive connection to the process of cooking and the act of eating. Whether you are eating in your home, in a restaurant, in a park, on a bench, or while walking down the street the experience is riddled with moments of revelation, decision, memory, feeling, instinctual reactions, and personal expectations that mostly are left unspoken. Sometimes ignored or forgotten.
These thoughts and reactions, gut responses to food might be interesting to track.
Let's collect reviews &/or photographs of your grocery store trauma, the disgusting salad you made on Tuesday morning for work, the oh so beautiful crab apple fights you've had in your backyard, or the most prefectly satisfying hung-over breakfast you've ever had. It all counts. It all helps us to uncover the best place for cheap breakfast that will inspire us to live great days and aspire to maybe even evaluating where and why we're eating.
So, review everything. From 5 star to no stars. Indoor or outdoor, public or private.
*to gain permission to post reviews in this blog, please e-mail platepeople@gmail.com*
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