Something I read about cats today made me remember an incident that happened soon after mr. kenju and I moved into our first home together. We inherited a cat along with the house, a yellow striped tabby named "Sneaky". One summer Saturday morning, we were eating a fine breakfast of fried eggs and English muffins. I had bought large, brown eggs at the market, since they were on sale. Our cat was outside, and we heard him meow loudly; more like a scream than a meow, and at the same time, we heard a dog barking. I opened the door to the garage to investigate, and on the top of our Volkswagon Beetle sat our cat, who had been so badly frightened by the dog that he had relieved himself on top of the car. Mr. kenju looked out the door, saw the steamy pile and promptly relieved himself of breakfast. Shortly thereafter, he declared he would never again eat a brown egg. That happened 41 yeas ago, and to this day, he has kept that promise. See what happens when your cat is "scared shi*less"?
So.......today, instead of staying home and resting like I ought, I went out to lunch with a neighbor and a former neighbor who moved to Pinehurst several years ago. We all met at a place called "Southern Season" in Chapel Hill. Southern Season is a food store, gift shop, flower shop, wine shop, coffee and dessert shop, dishes, stationery, cards, napkins, gadget, and nearly everything shop, plus an excellent restaurant called the Weathervane. Check it all out at:
As I see it, the only thing wrong with the place is that their portions are far too large for the average woman to eat in one sitting, even if she is a glutton of momentous proportion. So guess who ate almost all her lunch? Told that their hamburgers were something to behold, I ordered that and a side of potato salad. It was huge. My neighbor decided on a "classic" Reuben sandwich, which was so thick not even a cartoon character could have fit his mouth around it. The side salad accompanying it was large enough to be served at dinner, as the entree!
Can't we fight back? Do we continue to evereat simply because restauranteurs have decided that "super-sizing" isn't just for fast food anymore? I have often said I would rather be offered half-portions at reduced prices than to order food I should not finish and have it go to waste. Can we mount a campaign to convince food purveyors that smaller plates and portions are the way to go?
Your turn: does it bother you that excessive amounts of food are offered in restaurants? Do you ever say anything about it? What do you suggest we do to change the prevailing attitudes?