Today, my friend sent me a story from the New Yorker about pellet ice, or the “good ice”… pellet ice…in the New Yorker. Now, I imagine any food is available for gastronomic literary consumption.
My wife and I are contemplating the Mediterranean Diet.
She, who has had this obsession with a mysterious, perpetual five pounds that needs to be lost for the last thirty years (though I for one feel that is not necessary for her), and I, who will eat most anything set in front of me, except for some reason…chicken pot pie, who will snack on all things with salt, deep fried and put in a bag marked with every kind of preservative known since the dawn of mankind, are about to set on a life-changing foray into diet modification.
Yes I have read all of the benefits of the Mediterranean Diet and, quite frankly, I like the food pyramid. I love fresh fruits and vegetables and fish and chicken and nuts and red wine. I can do with or without grains, but I love good bread. The food is also very pretty on the plate and I love to give my wife pretty things. The thin missus also loves this food. So we are great candidates for this diet, right?
Well there is the issue of sausages and pork and beef and salty snacks and pizza and hotdogs and French fries and chips and dips. Then there is my wife’s sweet tooth that is always looming as a threat to any diet. Since I haven’t seen anything called the Almost Mediterranean Diet, I assume we will have to make some adjustments.
Who doesn’t love to eat dishes with cool names like falafel, tabbouleh (taboolee), baba ganoush (sounds like it’s spelled) and shakshuka. I, in fact made some falafel this past weekend. The previous weekend I didn’t even know what it was. I thought it was some kind of meat. By the way, it is a Middle Eastern street food made from a mixture of chick peas (garbanzo beans) and various spices rolled into a ball or patty and deep fried in olive oil. It was pretty good, though I am not a fan of chick peas. If you slather them in Mediterranean spices, it helps the flavor immensely.
As I move through the seventh decade of my life (I am in my sixties for those with math frailties), and realizing all of the baloney (literal and figurative) I have ingested over my life whilst sitting in front of the telly, I am in a quandary as to figure out if my past diet has caused me to lose five or ten years off my future existence, or if the amount of consumed preservatives will add five or ten years. I am guessing the former. The latter will only be good for a less expensive funeral tab since there will be less embalming fluid needed.
The photo above is from my trip through a market in Malatya, Turkey. Why do the fruits and vegetables always look so good in a market vs the supermarket?…rhetorical, we all know why. I have been through a few Turkish street markets and it is an enjoyable experience.
The Mediterranean Diet offers good food from cultures that love good food and enjoyable meals with family and friends, so that is good enough for me. If only I can figure out a way to convince the powers that be that baloney and hot dogs are made from anchovies and cumin…
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