So, about those french fries... (Potatoes Continued)

Well, there's really not much to say about them. Today I decided to get my lunch at the T-Bird Grill instead of Outtakes or Hogi Yogi. As Snoopy says, "Life's just too short not to live it up a little." (That's a line from the musical You're a Good Man Charlie Brown, for which I'm playing my viola as an orchestra pit musician. I absolutely love playing my viola for musicals, but they do tend to get stuck in your head. Especially when you have to perform at 9 performances.) I got a bacon cheese burger on sourdough bread combo, which came with a "small" order of fries. I then proceeded to find an empty table in the Sharwan Smith rotunda, which is quite a feat. Thankfully, I saw a lady I know from work and asked if I could sit with her. She said I could, but I wondered why a group of tables, which included hers, was roped off. I asked her if I needed to do anything special to sit with her in the roped off group of tables. She said she didn't think so. I asked her why the tables were roped off. She said one of the fraternities had done it but she wasn't sure why. "I'm 36," she said, "I don't care about such things anymore." Well, you know those non-traditional students. They're rebels, man. So, I carefully stepped over the rope, my hands full of greasy deliciousness, and sat at her table. She finished before I did, so I was left sitting alone. Presently I ran out of fry sauce, so I went to obtain more. I filled up my little fry sauce container completely. I returned to the roped off table, (The other tables were still in use), and sat down to finish my french fries when I realized that I was very full. But I had just taken more of the Grill's fry sauce, so I felt I should use it. I ate the fries, and they were yummy, but I could feel my stomach expand with each one I ate. Soon, a guy I knew in high school passed by and asked why I was sitting in the roped off section. I said I wasn't sure why the area was roped off, but as the table was empty, I decided to sit there anyway. He said something like, "Oh. Well, I just wondered what made you special enough to sit in the roped off section, but I guess that's obvious." I shrugged my shoulders and watched him leave... "Wait a second," I thought, "Did he just pay me a compliment? Aw, that was nice. maybe I should have been more friendly. Oh well..."
So this is truly the end of my "potatoes" post, though I can't promise I won't talk about them again in the future... :)

Potatoes

For these last two weeks, I've been on a bit of a curry kick. The reason is the Irish Potato famine. You see, last week on Tuesday we learned about the Irish Potato famine of the 1840's in my 19th century Europe class. As we learned about this woeful topic I found myself craving potatoes. (In my defence, this class is held right before lunch time). I thought about hot, yummy potato soup. Then I thought of my mom's curry soup, which has potatoes in it. Then I thought it might be fun to try the curry at Hogi Yogi. I tried said curry, and found it to be surprisingly good, though sadly it didn't have any potatoes in it. When I had that class again on Thursday, my teacher talked about the Irish Potato famine again, and I once again craved potatoes and that once more led to a craving for curry. I got Hogi Yogi curry again and this time, it had potatoes in it. Oh happy day! Then I got to thinking, "You just learned about one of the most tragic events in human history and all you can think about is your stomach? What's wrong with you?!"
It's true. I have a rather ridiculous preoccupation with food, hence my rotundness. But I don't see this as being my fault. It's in my genes. My great-great-great grandpa Levi suffered greatly as a union soldier in the Civil War, and yet, he still found time in several of his journal entries to mention what he had eaten (or not eaten) that day. And then there's my dad, who has made up three parodies for the amusement of his family, (One of Lord of the Rings, one of Henry V, and one of Dickens's A Christmas Carol), which are based on food. As the parody of Lord of the Rings is the most complete one he created, I shall use that one as an example. The Dark Lord Sourpuss wants to take over the world and force all the people into a lifestyle of unhealthy eating. Many of the Characters' names are based on food:
Legolas=Leg O' Lamb
Gimli=Giblet
Sam=Spam
Frodo Baggins=Frito Bag'ums
Peregrin=Pop 'n Fresh
Aragorn=Artichoke
Treebeard=Briebeard
Get the idea?
Oh! and don't forget my mom's side of the family. Her father was so famous for his generous portions of desert, that even now we call large desert portions after him (Although my desert portions probably rival even those of my Grandpa.) And then there's the story of my usually calm mother almost losing it in a German restaurant. She was there with my dad and brothers and they decided to share a strudel for desert. When my brothers relished their bites for what she felt was an unnecessarily long time, she cried, "FOR HEAVEN'S SAKE, PASS THE STRUDEL!!" (Yes, a few people did turn around and look)
But anyway, no, I did not eat curry for lunch today, but I did have a generous portion of French fries. But that's another story...
I would go on, but as it's getting late, I think I should close this post so named for that glorious ground apple of the Colombian Exchange.