I slept in way too much this morning and I'm paying for it now. I'm finally getting tired, but only after a trip to the grocery store.
As I've mentioned before, it's not so much that I dislike all of the people during the day as much as I just feel it's impossible to not be rushed during the day. Wouldn't you know it though, that the one person I had to interact with would be, well, stupid. More on that in a minute.
If I've learned anything from trying certain Thai foods, it's that most foods are really just vehicles for some kind of seasoning. That would stand to reason, as I can't think of any reason people would voluntarily eat ribs or wings if it weren't for the sauce (I don't eat either, but you can put the stuff on virtually anything else). Most importantly, salt is about the last thing you need to create flavor.
So I've found that veggies are more yummy when sauced or seasoned, or accented with sesame seeds or certain herbs. I've done a lot of experimentation with various forms of stir fry that aren't really any particular Asian style, but more combining things that I like. Most store-bought sauces suck though, so I'm considering learning how to make my own out of various powders and seasonings.
I also realized on my last visit to Chipotle that virtually everything in their brilliantly simple line is good because of the way it's seasoned. The meats (I only eat the chicken) are marinated in something yummy, the salsas are a good mix of seasonings, the rice is limed up and virtually everything has some amount of cilantro. That's why they can charge more than five bucks for a burrito. So tonight I spent some quality time in the ethnic food aisle, specifically the Latin America, Mexican and southwest areas, and decided to try some hot sauce. I'm going with some brand name marinate for the meat, but we'll see how that goes. I'm gonna make a good burrito. Shit, I forgot lettuce. Though chances are they didn't have any worth buying this time of night anyway.
OK, back to the one person I had to deal with, the cashier. I'm sure it's a lonely job, and boring too. Hell, I did radio overnight and even that got a little boring. She scanned a few items and then stopped and stared at me, or more specifically, my industrial. After three months it's finally starting to look healthy. She asked if it hurt. My natural reaction is to be a smartass and tell people that having a 14 gauge needle stuck through your ear twice is like eating candy, but clearly this was not a happy person, so I just said, "You bet it hurt," and left it at that.
She totaled the bill and I signed the credit card slip, and as she pushed the filled cart to me, she said, "You know, all of that healthy stuff doesn't mean you're gonna live even five minutes longer than me." By "healthy stuff" I assume she meant things like the organic vegetable spread or maybe even the soy "chicken" marinara. Boy, I had no witty response to that. What the hell can you say?
Going back to my previous post, I have to say that since I started eating this stuff, the soy-based "meat" products and such, I've lost weight and feel healthier. Will I not get cancer because I eat organic ice cream? Who knows, really, but if you can afford to not put even traces of hormones, pesticides and other substances into your body, why would you?
As for the grumpy cashier, I told her to have a great night and went about my business. Oh, and by the way, you apparently can't buy beer that late. Now I know.
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