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Female. 17. Someone who needs this blog because - I don't always say what I mean and I don't always mean what I say. And here I let it all out. Living life and loving it. <3
Monday, December 1, 2008
It is my firm belief that vegetables should be drunk.
Eaten, yes. In huge portions or in miniscule amounts, yes. But NOT drunk in liquid form. If you haven’t already guessed, I’m talking about carrots.
Carrots should not be made juice. I mean, I’m perfectly fine with normal carrots, even okay with raw carrots, but not with carrot juice. My mother, on her health streak, has taken to forcing me to consume carrot juice at a worrying rate. Hm, I realised that quite a few of my entries consist of my parents forcing food on me. I guess it must be some kind of habit for them.
Well, anyway, back to the evil carrot juice. It was pure poison, disgusting, pushed me to the very brink of death, danced in my nightmares to torture me.... Fine. I’m exaggerating. But just a little.
Basically, I really don’t understand why people find new ways to torture themselves with exotic food. Not that carrot juice is exotic or anything. I’m pretty sure millions of aneroxic models chug down carrot juice by the gallon as they work out on their treadmills and check their weight every five minutes.
But yeah, backtracking... After watching the Asian Food Channel for the past three weeks at irregular intervals, I have discovered that Asian countries all around the world torture themselves with different types of weird food. Cockroaches, slugs, crickets and dogs already seem like the norm. But what I was shocked by was a particular animal of which I failed to identify. It was long and slimy and ALIVE as the chef chopped it up. And it wriggled even after separated into many different pieces. And “danced” in the tub of hot water it was thrown into to cook. So. Ugh.
I have to admit, however, I’m pretty sure that people from other parts of the world are freaked by what I eat daily. I mean, when I found out what yoghurt really was when I was younger, I was shocked myself. “Bacterial fermentation of milk”, is after all, not quite a delicacy I fancy myself to enjoy. I ate the yoghurt anyway, with no little amount of disgust.
Even bird’s nest, of which is a Chinese cuisine “revered” amongst many; is looked upon with disgust by Westerners as bird vomit.
I guess the best way to eat something is not to think of what you’re eating. At least, not anymore in this day and age.
10:43 PM
Monday, December 1, 2008
It is my firm belief that vegetables should be drunk.
Eaten, yes. In huge portions or in miniscule amounts, yes. But NOT drunk in liquid form. If you haven’t already guessed, I’m talking about carrots.
Carrots should not be made juice. I mean, I’m perfectly fine with normal carrots, even okay with raw carrots, but not with carrot juice. My mother, on her health streak, has taken to forcing me to consume carrot juice at a worrying rate. Hm, I realised that quite a few of my entries consist of my parents forcing food on me. I guess it must be some kind of habit for them.
Well, anyway, back to the evil carrot juice. It was pure poison, disgusting, pushed me to the very brink of death, danced in my nightmares to torture me.... Fine. I’m exaggerating. But just a little.
Basically, I really don’t understand why people find new ways to torture themselves with exotic food. Not that carrot juice is exotic or anything. I’m pretty sure millions of aneroxic models chug down carrot juice by the gallon as they work out on their treadmills and check their weight every five minutes.
But yeah, backtracking... After watching the Asian Food Channel for the past three weeks at irregular intervals, I have discovered that Asian countries all around the world torture themselves with different types of weird food. Cockroaches, slugs, crickets and dogs already seem like the norm. But what I was shocked by was a particular animal of which I failed to identify. It was long and slimy and ALIVE as the chef chopped it up. And it wriggled even after separated into many different pieces. And “danced” in the tub of hot water it was thrown into to cook. So. Ugh.
I have to admit, however, I’m pretty sure that people from other parts of the world are freaked by what I eat daily. I mean, when I found out what yoghurt really was when I was younger, I was shocked myself. “Bacterial fermentation of milk”, is after all, not quite a delicacy I fancy myself to enjoy. I ate the yoghurt anyway, with no little amount of disgust.
Even bird’s nest, of which is a Chinese cuisine “revered” amongst many; is looked upon with disgust by Westerners as bird vomit.
I guess the best way to eat something is not to think of what you’re eating. At least, not anymore in this day and age.
