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Posted
30 March 2009

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Death by Taquito

I reached a kind of dire epiphany on Friday. I was at work, looking at my lunch — two taquitos, twin amalgams of fat and grease and starch rolled up in individual corn tortillas, sitting in a pool of their own fluids — when I realized that I’m slowly killing myself.

This wasn’t a new revelation, of course. My body and and I have had several conversations along these lines over the past couple of months. They usually go something like this:

Body: Why the fuck do you keep feeding me taquitos?
Me: Because they’re yummy!
Body: But they don’t have any nutrients. How am I supposed to keep you alive without nutrients?
Me: Ok, fine. Here’s a twinkie.
Body: What’s a mmmfmfmmffmd –
Me: Yum.
Body: Jesus! What the hell was that?
Me: I told you. A twinkie.
Body: That was cardboard. Squishy cardboard injected with yellow die and sweetglue. I can’t live on that.
Me: Ok fine, here’s a bowl of Chocolate Yum Bombs.
Body: No! Wait! I mmfmfmfmmfmfmmfmmmfmmfmfmf –
Me: Mmmm. Chocolate Yum Bombs.
Body: – mmmdmdmdmd damn it mdmmemdmd stop mmemmdmmemm –
Me: And … done. How’s that?
Body: What the fuck? Are you trying to kill me?
Me: Oh please. I’m feeling more energetic already.
Body: That’s not energy, moron. That’s a low-grade carb seizure. Honestly, I haven’t seen any fruit or vegetables in months.
Me: Any what?
Body: Fruit. Or vegetables.
Me: Hm.
Body: The stuff you see right when you go in the supermarket? All piled up? In bins?
Me: Yeah, doesn’t ring a bell. What’s the packaging look like?
Body: There’s no packaging. They come from trees, or the ground.
Me: Oh gross.
Body: Look, there’s a basic contract here. I’m a fantastically complex biological collective that depends on a steady stream of protein, iron, carbohydrates, and vitamins to keep working. Do you have any idea how much I do every day? Just to keep you as marginally functional as you are? I need food man!
Me: Hm.
Body: You see where I’m coming from?
Me: Yeah. I do. I really do. Let me ask you a question.
Body: Ok.
Me: Are Milk Duds fruit?
Body: What? No.
Me: Vegetables?
Body: No.
Me: Ok, because I’ve got a super-size box of Milk Duds here, and they’re looking really good.
Body: Put the box down. Get in your car. Go to the store. Buy broccoli. I’m begging you.
Me: Sure. Sure. I’ll just — whoops! I seem to have opened the box by mistake.
Body: Put. The box. Down.
Me: I’m trying to but I keep — on no! I’ve somehow spilled the entire contents of this box of Milk Duds! Into my mouth!
Body: Please don’t mmfmfmmfmmmfmf
Me: Mmmm. Nutrients.


Anyway. I think I’m finally realizing that something has to change, because I went to the supermarket on Saturday, and, instead of blowing by produce on my way to starch & sugar, stopped and picked up several severely unappetizing-looking items — spinach and pears and carrots and the like. And, more than that, I went home and made a good-faith effort to actually eat them. This may not sound like progress to normal people, but it’s a minor revolution for me.

But we’ll see. I’m already experiencing taquito withdrawal.


5 Comments

Posted by
Keyan
31 March 2009 @ 12am

I so sympathize. My internal debates are about chocolate (one of the crucial food groups), except my bod is quite unconvinced.


Posted by
clay sails
1 April 2009 @ 5am

Your died could use more coffee: it comes from a tree and is therefore a vegetable, which are healthy.

If you’ve got a bunch of spinach, blue cheese, walnuts, pears you can make a salad that defies the wheels of the universe by actually TASTING GOOD. My wife uses raspberry dressing and adds yuppie dried fruit (cran-thingies or sundried whatevers) but I just stick to olive oil and a bit o’ garlic powder.

(Note: a salad is a lot like a bag of starbursts — each mouthful tastes different from the last. This usually means that one gets “salad apprehension” prior to each bite — the fear that you are putting something inedibly gross into your mouth. However, try the above recipe and it might help you reach a new nutritional nirvana.)


Posted by
clay sails
1 April 2009 @ 5am

Oops, I meant “diet” not “died”. Freud would have a raspy, smoky chuckle at that one…


Posted by
lapsed.cannibal
1 April 2009 @ 7am

Keyan – Yeah, I’m a big fan of chocolate. I cultivate a broad range of unhealthy foods.


Posted by
lapsed.cannibal
1 April 2009 @ 7am

Clay – That does sound pretty good, actually. I’ll try it.

Another salad that’s more than bearable — the chopped salad at Corner Bakery. Occasional mouthfuls of that stuff even approach yummy.


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