Category: things I like

Within days of realizing that I was getting divorced, I bought a case of Lazy Bones wine. It was a bit of an impulse buy on special from Trader Joe’s, which caught my eye simply because I loved the label (& fortunately the wine isn’t too bad, either). The woman lounging on the front of the bottle is curvily-nude and seems so incredibly comfortable in her skin (“Why mix with others when being myself is so beautiful?”).  And she has a cat, too!

I didn’t drink all of this wine myself, I’ve handed it out to various friends who’ve been in need of a bottle along the way. And now I’m on the last two bottles of Lazy Bones and it seems worth marking that, and looking forward. I’ve moved past the phase where I need the affirmation of the lazy lady. And I wonder what will capture my attention next?

Any suggestions?

For most of my adult life, I’ve eschewed meat for ethical reasons. I just couldn’t bring myself to eat the flesh of another living creature. I remember telling a friend that if I ever did eat meat again, it would have to be because of starvation–when I got to the point that bunnies started looking like dinner.

So I’ve changed. About a year ago I started eating meat in small amounts. It was difficult and I didn’t like it much. I usually felt guilty afterwards. I couldn’t stand the thought of cooking it myself, so I only ate it at restaurants or at friends’ homes.

And then that began to change as I started feeling the effects of eating meat. I felt better. I digested better. I had more energy. My moods were less swing-y. So I started eating even more meat and began cooking it, too. I developed a taste for sashimi–loving the way that fresh fish flesh melts on my tongue. I also started cultivating a hamburger habit, and now eat them at least once a week–hamburgers ranging from the gourmet at Haven to the everyday at Five Guys and whatever I happen to discover at roadside diners. I love them all!

As I discussed my changing eating habits with a friend recently I realized that part of my current meat passion might be tied to events early in my adult life–when we didn’t have enough money for meat, and I would buy one package of bacon each week and slice it into small chunks to give a ‘meaty’ flavor to soups and sauces.  It was a hard time, when I worked to stretch every penny of our meager budget.  We could rarely afford a roast or a chicken, and certainly couldn’t afford to buy organic or free-range.  So that I can eat meat everyday now, seems such a luxury.

The meat pictured above is some free-range London Broil from the Farmer’s Market that we cooked with fresh herbs growing on my back porch.  It was perfectly seared on the outside and tender inside. Yum!  :)