Sunday, Nov. 14, 2004 - 7:48 p.m.
Cost of the War in Iraq
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French Women Stay Slim
Afterwards I will go to get one more page of comics done in the cafe (I have to get there by 9pm, in an hour, so I still have an hour at the cafe before closing time). And THEN, after walking doggies, fortunately I will be able to work a bit on Leo's Dog book sketches. Since it is not a tight deadline it always is the one that takes last priority.
Oh, speaking of priorities... the green tomato ketchup (sort of a relish or chutney) turned out GREAT! At first i thought it was way too salty and vinegary. And also way watery. So I simmered it down to about halfsize over two or three hours (I think the term is "reduced it"...hey Dangerspouse?) Now it is nummy. I just gave a jar (it made 5 pints) to the nextdoor neighbor for thanks for watching my cats and the house while I am away teaching.
Some of my favorite quotes from that article:
Hehe. Yes I eat brie now. Yes love problems certainly do help me lose weight anyways. Yes I feel I deserve to be slim and healthy more than I deserve a portion of pie. And I try to listen to my body now when it says stop. hehe.
When I came to Montreal, I discovered farmer's markets. I discovered cheese shops and bakeries... not the kind that sell donuts but the kind that make nosugar, nofat baguettes daily, and organic stoneground multigrain bread by hand. Yes, by hand. And they make croissants with real butter. You can peel away the layers and let them melt in your mouth with a long espresso.
I hung out with a french guy who made soup from scratch EVERY DAY with fresh vegetables and fish and meat. And who had four or five course meals at home, and he was a 24 yr old student and his boyfriend was a student too. Soup, main course, salad, then nuts and cheese and dried fruits (raisins, figs, dates etc) at the end. Sometimes we had a little cake. A fancy little cake. That you'd savour. Not have seconds.
It was a revelation in good food. Fine food. And it isnt more expensive to buy than processed frozen foods. It is just everyone thinks in terms of "oh, this TINY piece is so expensive, I can get FIVE BAGS of this CHEAP brand for that price". Uhuh. And then you have to buy bigger clothes, get a second seat on the airplane so you can fit, jog and other hateful things, diet, etc. Better to have one tiny piece and stay the same weight for years. Growing is good for those under the age of adulthood.
So that is the funky thing. I eat lots of dairy. I eat lots of fat... butter galore. Brie cheese, camembert mmm. I eat tons of carbohydrates... whole wheat bread, kamut bread, oatmeal for breakfast, pasta. mmmm. pasta. Very few potatoes. Very little red meat.
It is true I could stand to eat more vegetables. I could stand to stop eating in front of the computer or a newspaper. I could take more time to eat. But at least I cook alot, and then when I do the instant frozen thing, it is my own homecooked food taken out of the freezer. mmm.
Well, anyhews. This was an interesting article. And for once they don't tout something like red wine curing all your woes. Or virgin olive oil. No. It is haha, vanity, and good food. And for a few of them, cigarettes. I bet the french also spend less time in their cars. But that is just a guess. But it is amusing to me to see that moving here from the West of Canada has made me "French". GRIN!
My spaghetti (to use up the rest of the tomato sauce I made for the cabbage rolls) is done and ready to eat... I thawed some of the swiss chard from my front yard to stir into it. With cheese on top. mmmmm.
And those photos are me and l'Ecrivaine in her snazzy Lancome perfume salesgirl outfit at Halloween. And you cannot see my head cuz it has a green and black stripey toque on it... same as I am wearing now. How wenchy of me!
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