I just got back from the grocery store. Every time I go, I am confronted with this reality: I don’t know anything about food.
I don’t know what food is what, which to eat, how to prepare what, and so on. I have a vague notion of the food pyramid (aided by a recent refresher course on Clone High, of all places) which I keep to, and I know my own capabilities, which governs what I buy (ie, what would I do with raw chicken? Canned tuna, I know how to handle that)
An example: Once, while eating yogurt, I messaged Nate, asking what yogurt is. He first questioned “are you serious??” but eventually confirmed its status as “a dairy.” And yet, it’s always fruit flavoured (sometimes it even has actual fruit bits!), so the jury is still out on that one…
In other respects, I go by whatever the labels say. I buy “whole grain” bread, “heart healthy” orange juice, “50% Less Sodium” canned soup, “Light” yogurt, I think turkey is better than ham or roast beast or whatever for lunches, apples and bananas, “Skim” milk, etc. I don’t buy “Diet” soda though, because that’s just gross.
Special Note, For Prospective Mates: Obviously someday I need to settle down with someone who knows how to cook and enjoys it (so that I don’t feel guilty with him always doing it). Also, I’ll totally do dishes. (Might be better if you do the laundry, though.)
