At the end of the day, I find that it all comes back to the food…A
few weeks ago my daughter was able to participate in an amazing school
field trip to New York City and Washington, DC. A great experience, to
say the least. She called me her 2nd night in DC and excitedly
exclaimed “Mom, you HAVE to run for Congress! You NEED to be a US
Senator!” Say it isn’t so! Are we finally past the stage in my
daughter’s life where she is absolutely certain that I don’t know
anything at all about anything at all? Wow! She must think I am smart!
She must think I am capable! That I can somehow affect change! OK, maybe
she just thinks being a Congress Woman will force me to upgrade my
wardrobe...or maybe she found out what the salary is and thinks I could
use a bump in pay! And so, I inquire…”Honey, that’s great, but what
makes you think I should be a US Senator?” Answer from my
Daughter…”Because the food in the Senate Dining Hall is AMAZING! It’s
practically all ORGANIC and there is a TON of stuff that you would eat
and I’m pretty sure US Senators can eat there whenever they want!” Oh,
now I see, it isn’t my sharp intellect, or my diplomacy. It isn't my
sense of fairness or my willingness to work for change that is fueling
her…no, instead, as always, it is all about the food. She is super
excited because she has found a job for me where the lunch room actually
meets my food requirements. So sweet of you to think of me, dear, but
I’m quite content right where I’m at and I think I’ll pass, at least for
now.
That said, please bear with me for a moment while I step
on my soap box…wait, first and this is important. It is "bear" with me,
not "bare" with me...you can trust me on this. I checked. I looked it
up. "Bear with me" is a request for forbearance (hence the bear) or
patience. "Bare with me" is an invitation to undress. Huge difference,
so it's good to be aware. Solid information to have so that you don't
show up naked at some store that is having a remodel sale when their
flyer was just asking you for a little patience due to the
dust...but I digress...
Back to my box... My sincere hope is that
when the men and women in Congress consider whatever version of the
Farm Bill comes before them next, they put our money where, according to
my daughter, their mouths literally are…into healthy, organic food
options. Wouldn’t it be great if even a portion of the billions of
dollars in farm subsidies was redirected into the hands of those folks
who are dedicated to the delivery of organic, environmentally friendly
and humanely raised food sources with as local a delivery component as
possible? Just saying...
OK stepping off now and back to the
topic at hand. Food. Hasn't it always been about the Food?… Thankfully,
with the exception of a dozen or so travel days a year, my current job
is one where I get to work from home, so my food is taken care of. My
lunchroom has everything I want and need…OK, not everything…a chef, yep,
I could definitely use a chef…and a dishwasher (not the machine, I have
one of those…I want the real person kind of dish washer that actually
handles all of the dish duties)…oh, and I’d like to throw in a personal
shopper while I’m at it. Yep, a chef, and a dishwasher and a personal
shopper would be cool…Fine, let’s go ahead and call it what it is…I just
want to be Oprah!
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