Captain's Log: Stardate Lunch

Posted on November 10, 2008 by Phoebe 10No Commentshttp%3A%2F%2Fwww.phoebenorth.com%2F2008%2F11%2F10%2Fcaptains-log-stardate-lunch%2FCaptain%26%23039%3Bs+Log%3A+Stardate+Lunch2008-11-10+04%3A00%3A00Phoebehttp%3A%2F%2Fphoebeeating.dreamhosters.com%2F%3Fp%3D10

Man, is this the semester from heck. I have been a super busy Phoebe. I’ve fallen asleep grading papers like four times in the past two weeks.

That doesn’t mean that I haven’t had time to eat, though–there’s always time for food! Last week (or, ten days ago, actually), I whipped up this recipe from this blog. Great for left-overs, as demonstrated above. I added a teensy bit of Gorgonzola to give the reheated veggies some bite and whipped up a tuna sandwich with walnuts and cranberries. The result was a superbly autumnal meal.

Excuse the Vulcan hair. These were taken on Halloween, and I was getting prepped for a costume party

You know, a lot of people, generally, but women, especially, feel self-conscious about the idea of having someone watch them eat. This webpage has been an interesting exercise in confidence. Obviously, I’m not afraid of posting unflattering pictures of myself, but I actually think I look pretty good in these. Pocky and a bit freckled, maybe, but I don’t feel squeamish. There was a point in my life when I probably would have felt at least weird about it–self conscious of the act of eating and my food choices (thinking to myself: “There’s cheese and mayonnaise on that plate–what will people think?!”). I think part of being fearless is acting fearless, though; in order to slay the beast, you have to face it head on. This beast is called food. This beast is called eating in public unabashedly and unashamedly.

(But maybe I’ve just traded in self-consciousness for vanity. That’s possible too.)

After lunch, I partook in some wonka brand confections. I love runts. And nerds. And everlasting gobstoppers. Sweet, glistening carnauba wax. Apparently, the neighborhood kids weren’t so excited by it. No one came to my house on Halloween! I ended up unloading most of the loot on my students, who didn’t seem to mind.

Science Officer T’pho demonstrates the proper way to consume a fun-sized box of nerds.

Insert nerd joke . . . here.

Oh, incidentally, I have some poems up right now at nth Position. There’s no food in them, but there is raunchiness. Eating and raunchiness are sort of related, right? It’s all about being a good animal.