She left a vast pile of rich chocolate brownies on the kitchen table. He made up his mind not to touch them but even as he did so, he found that he had one in his hand.
– Paula Fox, ONE-EYED CAT
It’s always nice when you can really identify with a character… of course, Ned’s dilemma in this scene is gluttony vs. spite, whereas glut vs. laze is the defining quandary of my life.
Speaking of my piggishness: I am learning to cook (more on that soon), which is immensely exciting to me, and I’m overcome with the urge to throw dinner parties. I wanted to have an Eat Pig Like a Pig party before deciding that pork, etc are too expensive to buy for a lot of people. My boyfriend said I was the only person in the world who would think of throwing a party like that. Inexplicably, he did not appear to mean this as a compliment.
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August 5, 2009 at 6:39 pm
You could call it the “Eat, Like, a PIG!” party! Ah, dinner parties. As a Recessionista the last party I threw was a $5 pot luck. Everyone bought a $5 dish and it was very fun!
August 5, 2009 at 6:58 pm
Hee, your title is much better than mine. I like the $5 potluck idea, too. I’m astonished by how much I spend cooking even when one big motivating factor in my learning to cook is to save money. (It doesn’t help that the closest grocery store is a fancy coop, but still. I just came back from there $45 poorer!)
August 7, 2009 at 10:50 pm
If you literally ate like a pig, you could eat slops – very cheap. I would come to an Eat Like a Pig party, even though I’m not sure exactly what it would entail.
And thanks a lot, now I want brownies.
August 7, 2009 at 11:03 pm
Crap. So do I.
…I have ginger snaps!
…It’s not the same.
August 9, 2009 at 11:09 pm
Pork shoulder– it’s cheap and feeds a lot of people!!
I just saw my relatives from the family farm in rural North Carolina, and was promised a pig roast if we come down to visit. DEFINITELY going to make that happen!
August 18, 2009 at 12:38 pm
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