Today’s menu: bagel dog, fries, fruit cup, ketchup
I was starving by the time lunch came. I had a nice breakfast this morning (eggs, bacon, and carrot/ginger gf pancakes) so I was surprised at how hungry I was.
I walked through the entrance of the cafeteria and it smelled oddly good. I asked one of the lunch ladies what was on the menu and she said, “corn dogs.” I thought, “Alright, a new menu item, going the wrong direction towards processing, but I used to love corn dogs.”
Then she opened up the warming box and out came the bagel dog. Ah, “corn” dogs.
I paid and carried my lunch back to my room thinking, “Well, this is not what I want to eat today.”
I took my first couple pictures and examined the wheat breading of the corn dog. I have not let bread or breading cross my lips all weekend. I tore off the least soggy part of the bread (at the very tip of the bagel dog) and tasted it.
Wheaty. Delicious. Ah, this is what wheat tastes like. I miss it.
You know that I’m hard up for some good wheat when breading tastes amazing to me. As good as I feel eating a low gluten diet, the upkeep is intense. My husband has been incredibly supportive of the gluten-free diet. I do believe Mr. Q is a saint. I’m going to undergo more testing to make sure that I have an issue, because honestly I don’t think I can go pure gf without a certified medical reason. It feels unnecessarily dysfunctional. It’s easy to avoid wheat in the obvious products, but when it’s hidden as fillers? Too challenging and tough on my family. Stay tuned for the results (in a few weeks)!
Did you ever wonder about the lowly hot dog?
I’m listening to the audiobook, “Omnivore’s Dilemma” while commuting to work. The premise is fascinating: Michael Pollan traced the origin of four different meals from fork to the land. In the book Pollan states, “Everything you eat can be traced back to a living thing, even a Twinkie.”
Take a moment.
A Twinkie? Used to be alive? Is it still Halloween? Everything we eat came from a plant or an animal. I feel stupid that this simple statement rocked my world so. I mean, of course we don’t eat inanimate objects, but sometimes it feels like we are eating non-food substances. Um, wait. I am!
After hearing that this morning in the car and then buying my school lunch, I had a hard look at the hot dog. Why is the meat swirled around the center? How is it made? What did the cows and pigs eat which make up that meat? Corn? Is it truly a “corn” dog?
My school lunch’s journey tracing back from my spork to the land is mighty convoluted, no? The processing seems totally overboard. What are we doing here?
The weird beauty of garbage
I think that’s it for the night. I’m wiped out. Looking forward to launching some new features on the blog this month! Look for an announcement soon!