I am mystified by the
phrase, “Real food.” My wife likes to use it when she is passing
judgment on something I am eating. It is almost like she thinks I am
picking up a plastic decorative apple and munching away.
Real
food? If I am eating it, believe me, it is real. You may not like
my choice. I have yet to find a steak that meets my idea of well
done. It is almost impossible to put too much salt on spinach. I
can eat Cheerios without any sugar. If necessary I can even eat
sugar without any Cheerios.
I think that real food is some
mysterious preparation that has no preservatives or additives. It is
a very flexible standard though. When I am asked to pick up a couple
of packages of Double Stuffed Oreos I realize that I am not in on the
formula for what makes something real. My guess is the formula will
constantly be changed to suit the needs of the speaker.
homo unius libri
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