I like to day dream. I do it pretty much all the time. Most of the time, it’s about food. That fact makes me feel like Liz Lemon. Which I’m secretly proud of.
“Don’t say that. He had some good moments. [Flashbacks to the ex bringing her food on multiple occasions] I guess they were mostly food related. But he was always nice to me.” – Liz Lemon
Part of me is ashamed by how much I think about food. Which is pretty much always, if you’re wondering. The other part of me assumes that everyone else does it too. I think there are a lot of things we do that we pretend we don’t do so nobody judges us, but actually everyone does it. Like seat dancing in your car. Or eating peanut butter from a spoon. Or imagining you’re hosting a cooking show whenever you’re cooking. Wait, you don’t do that? Oh…
Skylar: Maybe we could go out for coffee sometime?
Will: Great, or maybe we could go somewhere and just eat a bunch of caramels.
Skylar: What?
Will: When you think about it, it’s just as arbitrary as drinking coffee.
Skylar: [laughs] Okay, sounds good.
I keep thinking I’ll call up my old roommate to hang out this evening. Why does “hang out” translate to “get dinner” or “eat junk food while watching a movie” in my head? I always thought my relationship with my TB was food-centered because of who the TB and I were. Now that I’m dating other guys, it’s struck me as particularly interesting how often guys use food to show you how they feel. Chocolate, cupcakes, picnics, nice restaurants… can you even go out with a guy without the involvement of food?
I watched Julie and Julia last night. In case you’re not familiar with other food blogs, blogging about food rarely, if ever, takes the form that it does in this movie. I am not trying to be Julie. Still, I’ve been reading the original blog. It’s interesting, and it further solidifies my belief that secretly, everyone thinks about food… pretty much all the time. At the very least, Julie, Julia, and I do. Feel free to join us.
P.S. As I was writing this, I was watching 30 Rock. I got really excited when I saw Liz Lemon wearing a sweater that I so totally own.
We should be transcontinental best-internet-friends. I fell a little in love with you after this post. I think about food at least ninety percent of the time. The other ten percent usually consists of chores I should do but didn’t (usually because I was cooking or eating), crafting I want to do or need to finish, why I should be a famous food writer (wait, that kinda has to do with food), what tattoo I want next, how I wish my daughter’s hair would grow so I could braid it, how I used to be smarter and read more, how my house is too cluttered, and every so often sex. But mostly food.