the first to be last (almost)
Posted on: May 3, 2005 8:00 PM
Looking back, I feel like I can define entire periods of my life by the meals I consumed at the time. Here are some examples:
*My first year in high school I had to go on a macrobiotic diet for a while for health reasons, (Candida). I remember sitting in the park across the street from school in very dark, baggy clothes, staring at my rice cakes and dried fruit, and then cramming a Little Debbie cake into my mouth. Careless, defiant, impulsive - Willow at age 14.
*Last year, living in Dublin, I used to stop at this Hare Krishna restaurant on my way home from work. It was cafeteria-style, so I would load up my tray with paneer, broccoli, and this really thick, dense bread. I would sit at a table by myself and stare out the window while I ate. I remember thinking that it was a lonely scenario, but actually feeling sublime.
*College. 3am. My dorm room. Stoned. Hunched over the crumbly remains of a Family Sized Tostitos bag and a watery jar of salsa. Melissa and I trying to whisper so as not to wake my roommates, but managing only to cackle hysterically and knock over said watery salsa. (Did we clean it up? We did not.)
*For a year and a half I lived in New York City, in a matchbox apartment on the sixth floor of a walk-up with my friend, Annie. Whenever I returned from vacation, Annie would order Chinese food, and have it waiting for me when I walked in the door. (I did the same for her, of course.) Garlic broccoli, moo-shoo vegetables, scallion pancakes, and we would have the deli deliver a six-pack of Bud Lite. We'd eat sitting on the floor, or if it was warm enough we'd hit the fire escape. It's how I knew I was home.
*I used to be a Camp Counselor, and I still have dreams about meals in the mess hall. Imagine, if you will, 270 campers, plus 80 counselors, in one room, trying to feed ourselves amidst a cacophony of chants, songs, and challenges. I remember shoveling congealed mac & cheese into my mouth and washing it down with purple Kool-Aid as the entire camp sang, "Willow, Willow, get off your pants! You and Tex, show us a dance!" Did I show them a dance? You bet your sweet ass I did.
I think that in a few years, when I look back on Right Now, 2005 (living in Portland, anticipating grad school, participating in a reality blog show), I will imagine myself having dinner at Will and Lisa's house. They have 3 year old twin boys, HeBorg and Squeezy-Lou. (That's what we call them, anyway.) I eat dinner over there at least once a week, and it is always delightful. For your viewing pleasure, I documented tonight's meal:
First the boys made pretend dinner.
Then Will made actual dinner.
We had salad...
lots of salad...
Then we ate burritos.
Wow. Wish you could have been there? Click HERE to feel completely in the moment. These fine lads are truly my intellectual peers.