Wake Me Up before you Go-Go
There were other such differences, which leads me to my first point today which is that my diet is remarkably unremarkable. Everythig I eat requires a bare minimum in preparation. Even the meals I thought required preparation (past turkey dinners for instance) actually required little to none in comparison to what some folks are doing out there. I'm not sure where this stems from. Is it the fact that my mom, bless her, just could not cook nor showed any interest in doing so (from teh purest "read a recipe and put a whole bunch of things together" stand point)? This led to very little experimantation and variation in my meals growing up and has obviously affected the way I eat today. Or is there a gradual change in the population, starting with witht he thirtysomethings, where more and more people are dedicating time to what they make. I think this might be the case, too. Two supporting facts: the ever-growing popularity in Whole Foods Market/Trader Joes type grocery stores and the fact that growing up, even when I went to places where the moms cooked, there were rarely, if ever, too much additional effort apparent in the dishes. Lasagna was aobut the most exotic I think I ever had elsewhere as a kid.
The odd part of this whole thing is that just about everyone that isn't me owns a cook book. But Until recently, I seriously doubted anyone ever used it beyond the simple "let's make sure I don't fuck up this turkey". From time to time a dessert here and there. But it was never something I really witnessed or got to sample until my friends, people my own age, started cooking.
Another Thanksgiving point that I alluded to earlier but I would liek to expand upon: I didn't get to nap. This is a very sad thing as on the East Coast, the post-dinner nap was always a requirement. You finish your meal, you saddle up in front of the TV, turn on the game (usually it's just about half time in the second NFL game) and you fall asleep. You wake up just in time for the 4th quarter. It's perfect. But living on the West Coast does not allow for this ritual. The problem is the game times. You're sitting down to eat just as the second game is finishing. And prime-time Turkey Day fare doesn't start for another 3 hours. There's nothing to nap to! This is just one of those little things that 99.999% of the people that move from East to West probalby don't notice.
But that's why I'm me, I guess.