Monday, February 15, 2010
One of my neighbors eats boiled kale and never eats any bread unless it is dense-packed with phenocrysts like quinoa/* and wheat 'berries' and cleans up all the neighborhood dog shit for use in his composter and rides his bicycle no matter how cold and icy it is.
I am grateful he exists. I am more grateful I never have to eat any of the vegetables he grows with the dog-shit compost. If he were silent, and were deprived of the franchise, I would be profoundly grateful he exists.
/* Quinoa, the Miracle Grain of the Aztecs. It looks like spirochetes, which abates the appetite of anybody who knows anything about venereal disease.
Wahoo! I'm eating better than I thought. (Well, except for the soy. Only get that in the sweet and sour soup or as sauce.)
Maybe I should have gone on the Seneca Lake Wine and Chocolate Trail tour for Valentine's Day.