this wishful thinking series has been absolutely
stunning. haven't we all been moved by our fellow bloggers' eloquent candor of
wishes for more meals to be shared with loved ones, and hopes for a life full
of courage and more dreams fulfilled? tears streamed into my coffee the morning
i read a sweet mother's wish for a more peaceful heart for her dear daughter,
and the illinois country girl's longing for her land had me googling farms....
all beautiful, all deeply profound.
when mel asked me to contribute to this series i was afraid that
blonde-haired beauty had imbibed too much napa wine. how could she possibly
expect ME to produce a post worthy of past depth and grace?
but after some hermetic, extensive, almost dali lama-like meditation
{in fact mr. lama might want to snag some tips from me}, and going way
downward-dog deep into the bowels {yes, i said bowels} of my inner buddha, i
found the essence of what truly inspires and drives my soul.
i don't mean to sound smug, or overly meta and siddhartha like, but i
know if i could just have this one wish, world peace and goodwill toward men
would be as easy as vomit and the word “kardashian”.
are you ready?
i wish...........i could eat anything & everything, as much as i
want, and not get fat.
there. i said it.
take a moment to fully embrace the enormity and weight of my sage-like
invocation.
if you read my blog, you know i have major food issues. i love food. i
think about food all the time, and when i'm not thinking about food, i'm trying
to eat food.
basketball is not a sport to me, the buffet is my
sport. and if i see you at the waffle bar, watch yo'self. i'm gunning for that
whipped butter, and i don't care if it IS easter sunday. i’ll cut you.
as for as the types of foods, i don't discriminate. i fancy them all,
with abandon and wantonness. give me a cheese plate, and i'm like a cheap slut
during fleet week. my one exception is beets. beets were invented by the devil.
they taste like dirt, and i'm convinced they are part of some underground
terrorist plot..... haven’t you noticed the prevalence of beets in everything
these days?? salads, cocktails, ice cream? get the hell out of my food you
damned beets!
also, creams, i love creams: sour, whipped, sweet, devonshire, iced,
shaving? doesn't matter as long as the letters: c.r.e.a.m. are involved.
all the food i want to eat, twenty-four hours a day, seven days a
week, and still fit into a pair of jeans i bought during “the breakup of 2005”
which fit for a total of 9 hours, during which i was probably the most miserable
and unattractive i ever been in my entire life. but still those jeans fit, even
if i didn’t feel like eating at the time.
if i get a second wish, it might be for an extra hour a week with my
psychiatrist.
thank you for letting me share my wednesday with you.
love, katie
I've professed my adoration for Katie on multiple occasions whether via a post or twitter or just singing her praises to any passerby who might listen to me. And then for her to talk about FOOD ... well, I'm over the moon with this wishful thinking! Obviously, this girl rocks!
