I don’t understand when people say they love kale. I love french fries and pizza and cookies. I love avocados and cheese and dumplings. Kale, on the other hand….well, I like it. I may even say I like it a lot (sometimes). But love….I reserve that for other foods in my life.
That being said, I do love the virtuousness of kale. It’s so green! So hearty!! It’s packed with all of the healthy things your body needs! It’s the antidote to too many days of holiday eating and drinking. And, when combined with some tasty friends, I might even be inclined to say that I love it (maybe).
French fries are my best friend. I love them unquestionably and wholeheartedly. A french fry, in my opinion, is what all potatoes strive to be when they grow up. There is no greater destiny for the humble potato than french fry hood.
Let me tell you a french fry story.
Recently, T and I met up some friends for Indian food. We ordered lots and lots of dishes because that’s what you’re supposed to do when eating Indian food. I mean, how can you just pick one thing? One of the dishes was a small appetizer that was comprised of 4 different things. I remember none of them except for one. French fries.
If the world ever made me choose to eat only one type of cuisine for the rest of my life, I would immediately move to a much more reasonable world because that would be just ridiculous. But I must admit, Vietnamese food is so delicious that it could almost make me choose it in such a scenario if I also wasn’t smitten with every other type of food.
The beauty of Vietnamese food is that it is inherently healthy. The dishes are usually scattered heavily with vegetables, covered with herbs, and punctuated with fish sauce. If you’re not already a fan of Vietnamese food, you’re wrong. This is true.
I’m really, really bad at balance.
I mean that in all aspects. Like, I have a hard time balancing on one leg. In yoga, balance postures get me every time. It takes all of my concentration plus some extra focus that I didn’t even know existed and I still manage to fall out of the posture long before anyone else. Truth.
I’m also really bad at balancing my eating. Here’s the thing. I love food in pretty much all forms. You would think this would be a good thing, right? I’ll have a donut but I’ll also take that brussels sprout salad, please. Why, yes, I’d love a green smoothie for breakfast but can I also have 5 pancakes doused in maple syrup with a side of bacon, please? And therein lays the problem. I want to eat everything all of the time. And, once I start, it’s very difficult for me to stop.
This weekend was an eat weekend. Specifically, a carb eat weekend. Pizza, noodles, more pizza, bread, more noodles (I live in Malaysia, guys, the noodles here are legit), so much sugar all in varying forms, Cheetos (because pizza made me crave Cheetos), ice cream (which was amazing), cocktails, wine, and I’m sure there is a bunch of other stuff I’m probably forgetting. So much food and out of all of that, probably only 1 of them was a vegetable. Yikes.
I want to find my eating balance.