Food for Thought

Some of you (annie-net) might recognize this plate of food. . .a beautiful display of multiple dressings atop a lovely cheesecake. Of special note are the 2 olives garnishing the rich dessert.

CoCo and I had lunch today in the Cougareat. It has been a while since we've had a bite in the hallowed venue and we were undecided as to what to eat--not much of a surprise for those who know us. As we looked at the lines of people, I couldn't help but notice the obvious segregation amongst the food establishments. It was as if some unseen force yelled, "MEN and BOYs, please line up in front of the Scoreboard Grill." "ALL Females. . .salad line for you." One of the funniest things was that I'm almost 99% sure that the fat and caloric content of the salads some of the women were ordering were higher than the greasy burgers and fries purchased by their male counterparts.

When I mentioned the scenario to the girls at work the conversation automatically turned to food. One of them can't stand PB&J sandwiches. One will only eat mac & cheese if it's homemade. I don't really like melon. . .something I've been trying to overcome for years. Why is it that some people won't even look at a tomato? Where did Benny get his love of mustard while Jeff won't consider a condiment? The mayor likes maplenut ice cream. . .I think he's the only one. I can't choke down a piece of red meat unless it's nearly burnt to a crisp. How can anyone garnish their cheesecake with olives? Huh. Give new meaning to the term "food for thought."