Various Happenstances of Seth

June 28, 2005

   For someone who likes food as much as I do*, I do a remarkably poor job of planning it. Most meals nowadays I don't really cook. I eat ingredients thrown together, insta-food, snack food, and food straight from cans. I'll fry burritos occasionally, but even that becomes a less attractive idea in the summer. Efficiency takes precedence, and my limited desire to cook means that I know I'll only be making fresh food once or twice a week, tops. In order to take advantage of this, last week I bought two and a half pounds of chicken, and two and a half pounds of mushrooms. I cooked them all in one night, feasting on chicken and mushrooms, and stashing the leftovers in the fridge to bring to work.

   Originally, this seemed like a genius idea. Normally, my diet at work consists of potato chips that my co-workers don't want, scavenged chocolate from my stash, and the occasional leftover or random can of beans. But on Tuesday, I had chicken mushroom rice for lunch. And for snack. And for supper. For dinner I cooked brown rice, and had chicken mushroom brown rice to eat. And again for lunch on Wednesday. And for snack. By dinner I was getting a bit tired of chicken and mushrooms, so instead of making rice I unfroze some vegetables. I had chicken mushroom vegetables for dinner. And for lunch on Thursday, and snack on Thursday, and dinner on Thursday. Friday I had a sandwich for lunch, and more chicken mushroom vegetables for a snack. For dinner, I finished the last of the chicken and mushrooms, vowing to myself that a) I would not buy chicken again for a while, and b) in the future I would not produce vast quantites of food that I would grow bored with long before I finished them.

   On Sunday night, I was invited to a potluck. I wanted to be sure that I provided a bounteous contribution to everyone, so I made a few pounds of pasta salad. Unfortunately, due to bad planning**, I arrived an hour and a half late, with the result that the only person eating my pasta salad was me. Yesterday was Monday, and since I had it lying around, I decided to have leftover pasta salad for lunch. And for snack. And for dinner. So today it's time to bring some food to work, and I'll give you three guesses what I plan to be eating all day...


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*Lots. Food is not only my favorite thing to eat, but quite often a goal of mine. To quote Woody Allen, "Why does man kill? He kills for food. And not just for food -- frequently there must be a beverage."




**In this case, I neglected to account for the time it would take me to a) cook the pasta salad, b) cool the pasta salad, and c) walk the pasta salad to the potluck. I also neglected to account for the fact that carrying a five pound pot of pasta salad across town uphill during summer is less than pleasant.



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