Chow

And it's not like I'm a food snob. I ate Army food for years, stuffed it in without worrying much about taste. That or be hungry, not really given any choice. "If you can taste it, you're eating too slow." That according to the Drill Sergeants on KP Push duty. Get 'em in, get 'em out. I inhaled faster than anyone, so that I could, on occasion, have a few minutes to myself to walk back to the barracks, time alone in the can.

I make plain food for an undemanding clientele. D and me. We like spicy. We like simple. Our tastes are often dissimilar, a point of ... well not contention exactly, but distress in our years together. Moby's only strong food preference, since we can't get Trader Joe's cat food anymore, is for company. He doesn't eat if one of us is not here, and prefers us right in the room.

We are trying to be more attentive, enjoy our food more, eat more slowly, get better ingredients and eat a little less. It goes against the grain for both of us, but it feels important.

Now, if only I didn't mind shopping so much.