As you know from previous posts, I’m not that in to stuff. If it becomes even remotely trash-like, out the door it goes. And other people’s trash is never my treasure. I used to watch those shows where they’d find an old picture frame and distress it and add a mirror and glue on some flowers and everyone would oooh and ahhh and my only reaction was, “You’ve got to be kidding me!”
However, I do have one downfall, and I bet it will surprise you. Trashy food. Yes, I love it. That disgusting orange, gloppy cheesy stuff they put on nachos? Yum. Those frozen pizza eggrolls with strips of something passing as pepperoni and 58% of your RDA of saturated fats. Serve it up. Rice Krispy treats? I’m your girl. Before I saw the light (the Energystar green hippie health food light), I would seriously eat this stuff. One of my favourite things to do was to get a fun, trashy book – a foodie mystery or a chick lit YA – run a bath, and settle in. But before I got into the steamy water, I would make a tray of junk food to rival a high school student’s midnight 7-11 run. Then I would soak, read, and munch until the water was cold or the food had been demolished, whichever came last.
I still love a bath and a trashy book, but alas, the junk food is gone from my repertoire (so are the headaches caused by preservatives). Now when I take my special bathtub height table into the bathroom and set it up, the snack looks more like this: A pot of creme caramel tea, salted cashews, rice crackers with goat cheese or artichoke-sundried tomato spread, a pickle, and some organic chocolate. In a way, this post has made me nostalgic for the old trashy food ways of my youth, but on the plus side, after I take my bath, read my book, and eat my snack, I don’t feel like garbage anymore.