Old Entries from ult's walkabout
Some eating reflections
I was eating an artichoke yesterday, and I noticed that each used artichoke leaf was sitting neatly on top of the previous one, creating an orderly pile. Who does that?
It reminded me of a time a few weeks ago when I’d been at sushi with Pam and Loa before a drum workshop, and I was finishing off the edamame, the process of which also results in a pile of vegetal detritus. We’d been eating them together, and the discards bowl was a pleasant disarray of soy bean pods. However, once Pam and Loa got full, the pods began to line up side by side. Who does that?
So while I was eating this artichoke, I made an effort to toss the leaves haphazardly. One here, one there, one upside down. Quite a difficult task, really. It took concentration. If my attention flagged, like my mind wandered to something like how I was going to organize my little house after I moved, the little green leaves would begin stacking themselves neatly again, completely against my will. They were very stubborn.
A few days ago I had some corn on the cob. I began eating it on the left side, going down. Then I started wondering whether I’m the type of person who eats corn going downward—spiraling from left to right—or across like a typewriter then returning to the left margin for the next row.
I tried both down and accross and, not discovering a preference, decided I was pretty non-rigid in my corn eating. It didn’t occur to me at the time that one might start at the right side instead of the left, or even loop back and forth right-to-left, left-to-right. Nor did I consider the possibility of taking bites from the center, either randomly or in a pattern, although looking back I imagine that might be fun. Lorien does it, being two and much more attuned to fun than I have apparently become. She doesn’t finish her corn, but she enjoys each of the three bites she takes from arbitrary places in the middle. It makes me wonder if there are other ways of eating corn I can’t even conceive of, being somewhat set in my ways. For example, can one eat corn in an upward direction? Does it depend on one’s dental configuration? Are some predisposed to eating from both sides inwards, or from the middle outwards? In stripes, either rows or columns? Relief sculptures of religious leaders? Football jersey numbers?
These are the questions I ask myself when I eat alone. Fortunately, nobody answers.