Monday, April 11, 2011
I love reading novels that use food motifs to illustrate larger issues, but in the whole scheme of things, it seems to me that one of the most common uses of food (besides that whole needing nutrients thing) is to show someone that you like them. Unfortunately for my weight, I seem to have a lot of people who like me, ha, ha. We're not just talking kids offering to give me their cookie on "cookie day" once a week. Last week one of my students who is Indian-American gave me a little, colorful bag of Indian treats. She'd been to a traditional wedding in Los Angeles and had brought one of the bags home for me because she knew I'm interested in ethnic food. Paige and I had so much fun tasting everything.
Last week, another one of my students brought me a dozen or so farm-fresh eggs. I think I might have mentioned to her that I pay a little more for "free-range" chicken eggs at Trader Joe's, even though I'm not so sure those chickens are that much better off. Several of the eggs of were larger than the others, and she told me that they were duck eggs. I told her that I at least wanted to pay her mom to cover the feed, and she said that her mom wouldn't take any money, so...I knit her a little duck egg cozy.