2 posts tagged “food”
My family has a weird thing with ketchup. We put it on everything. My grandfather ate pretzels dipped in ketchup. When I was little my mom would boil macaroni noodles and we would smother them in ketchup (this is fondly referred to as sketti & ketchup in my family, and it is still my favorite snack to this day. However, I've pretty much stopped making it, because when I do, Kelly makes disgusted faces and gags a little.). We even have special ketchup recipes, such as my great-grandmother's Ketchup Raisin Cookies. (You can gag if you want, but they are good.)
So I guess I didn't really realize that this was weird until I started living with other people besides my family and realized that most people don't even care if they have it in the house. So I've tried to take my ketchup use down a notch or two, because I wanted to have a more sophisticated taste in food.
And why am I thinking about this? I just spent a whole bunch of time making a delicious eggplant parmesan, and then I pulled the good old ketchup bottle out of the fridge and smothered the eggplant in it. And just for a moment, I caught myself feeling uncouth and embarassed of my redneck palate. But then I dove in and tasted the dish in all of its tomatoey, eggplanty glory, and a certain familiar happiness replaced the shame. Mmm, ketchup, it is almost unnatural how much I love you.
After my big old post about my hell week(s), and me waxing optimistic about how good the world really is at heart, I go and almost get myself hit by an suv while pedaling my bike home. The freaking yuppie morons laughed at me as I stunnedly climbled/fell off my bike right afterward. I was too shaken up at the moment to do anything, but after I gained my composure again I wanted to go find them and kick the shit out their yuppie car.
Sigh. Indeed, a likely way to end this week. That does it, then. I am all done trying to make this week work. I will now proceed to go lay down on my couch and have a bad tv marathon. Oh, and this:
Because sometimes you just have to say F*ck it, and go eat some freakin' ice cream.
