Last night Doug and I went to a little French place in Soho and had moules frites. It was so amazing I had a new understanding of people who go out to eat and take pictures of their food. Then I started to think about what it would be like if I decided to turn this into a food blog. I quickly realized there would be two major problems with this.
1) The only meat I eat is fish. I feel like these days to be considered a serious foodie you have to be willing to eat bacon ice cream covered with whipped bacon and hot bacon sauce.
2) An attempt to keep a food diary would look something like this: Salad, banana, chili from a can, fake chicken patty, pasta, frozen macaroni and cheese, wine, Lean Cuisine, hummus, lollipop, salad, pasta, chili from a can, wine, banana, hummus.
On the one hand, this would probably make most people feel better about their diets. On the other hand it would be boring, and depress me. I think I'll just stick to my current format of blogging about whatever random bullshit pops into my head for the reading pleasure of five people.
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