Is This Green Enough For You?

I think, upon reflection, that I might have done better if I had steamed carrots instead of Brussels sprouts to break up the monochromatic color story of my dinner. I told myself it didn't matter if my whole dinner was green. Hell, people all over the place are trying to get just one spec of green in their meals and I have accomplished an entire work in shades of spring foliage. I told myself I wouldn't care if my whole dinner was green because that's the kind of thing that "foodies" worry about, and I am not a foodie.

Why do I not like that word "foodie"? Hmm, let me think...maybe because it sounds like a muppet gone bad. It aslo makes me think of some intergalactic one celled plague. It also makes me think of sixth grade name calling. This is the kind of thing that the hamburger helper kids called the vegetarian kid. Which was me.

None of those things are good. The worst is that it also sounds insufferable. It sounds like a person who is preciously into their food to a point where they have lost sight of their main goal (which presumably is to eat super good food) and have become obsessed with their food and have become insufferable snots about it. It also sounds kind of like a cult.

Remember way back when people who had a well developed sophisticated appreciation for food were called gourmands? Was this so offensive to people that a new more "user friendly" name had to be made up? How can one call themselves a "foodie" without feeling ridiculous?

Should people with a great appreciation for large gas guzzling cars be referred to as "gassies"?

Sometimes when I amuse myself I am all alone in my amusement. Don't worry, I'm used to it.

This is what's happening on my stove. The corn bread didn't rise much because the batter was too dry. It tastes good. Unfortunately it's also more crumbly than usual which is something Max doesn't usually appreciate. When he was a toddler I fed him cornbread and when it crumbled apart he would start crying as though the whole world was that piece of cornbread and it just broke. He doesn't like messy food.

I photo-shopped this picture but I don't think it's any better for it. I tried to brighten it up. But when a picture is taken at night there's just not a lot you can do to make it look light and natural. Seeing as it's rather dark at night. My house doesn't have the best lighting anyway. Ever.

I already wrote a post this morning but I'm writing this one now so that I can get down to business tomorrow and not get caught up on the computer. I have a lot to do.

By the way, these Brussels sprouts are super good but when they are cooking they smell like old-man breath. I almost didn't give them a chance the other day because when something smells like that you usually don't feel attracted to the idea of putting it in your mouth. On the other hand, people have been putting rotted cabbage and fish in their mouths for centuries and have greedily ingested fungus that smells like poop for as long as man has foraged his supper out of the woods.

I'm way in trouble with Max's teacher. I'm constantly getting notes that Max needs to practice his spelling and that we need to help him. Which we haven't been. Until last night. These young idealistic whipper snappers bring great energy to the public schools, but they really wear me out. I better go make sure my son learns to spell these words he supposedly should already know how to spell.