For me, the 25th of December is simply not complete without certain things: 1. Champagne & orange juice – for breakfast of course 2. […]
It’s just not natural to eat meat every night. It’s become too convenient and culturally ubiquitous, it’s made us lazy. So I’ve decided to institute what I call “The 3-2-2 Principle”. I divide up the 7 nights of the week like this – 3 nights vegetarian, 2 nights meat, 2 nights fish. Eating well should be simple and sensible, not a restrictive or excessive minefield. Having a rough guideline makes that easier.
I know plenty of beautifully proportioned women who never truly enjoy a slice of chocolate cake. They berate themselves and plan torturous gym sessions to atone for every calorific bite. It’s like those “waiting for marriage” girls who lose their virginity on a drunken one-night stand. Oh the guilt! The shame! Did I really put that in my mouth last night?
And that’s where the problem lies — food is pleasure and puritanical nations have taught people that pleasure is sinful.
I recently came across these hilarious office kitchen notes. And it seems that the modern office has become more and more like a polite university residence. Some colleagues even spit in each other’s food (okay, a polite UFS residence then).
It’s not surprising really. You didn’t choose to be in a confined space with these people everyday. It’s like an involuntary group marriage, except people are having more sex.