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Friday, 1 August 2014

#mealforameal

 

 

 

I wrote the following mail to my contacts this past weekend.

 

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‘Sup peeps!

 

 

So. Didja enjoy your Sunday Special breakfast/lunch/dinner today? So did I! But. Not everyone is as blessed as you and I are, you know?

 

 

It’s no secret that I live to eat. So I’m going to get right to it. Earlier today, when doing my nigh daily bread thang at one of my fave sites, Upworthy, I watched this vid:

 
 
 
 
 
 
And being the nosy person that I am, I then went to their site and read this:
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
But I can’t do nuffink because there’s a hitch. I don’t have an alter ego a social networking account. Yeah, still. I’m still JOMO*-ing my life under a rock. Now pick your jaws off the floor and focus, people. This ain’t about me and my persistent pitiful non-existence. So yeah. I don’t do e-socialising, but you do.
 
 
 
 
 
 
Now. If you have the time and inclination, please watch the vid and/or read the site. And if you like what you see and read, and you still have the time and inclination, go ahead and ka-pow! your next meal, heck, all your meals with a #mealforameal and bam! them onto your InstagramFacebookTwitter or wherever you kids hang out these days.
 
 
Now y’all are clever and all, and y’all have got to the bottom of this mail. You know that this mail:
 
 
1. Has nothing to do with my obsession with food, but everything to do with my obsession with Richard Branson’s locks.  
 
 
2. Has nothing to do with my volunteer stint at the Daily Bread Food Bank in Mississauga (Canada), but everything to do with how shocked I was to see how many ‘normal’ looking people were our clients; and how they all told me that they regularly endured periods of *gulp* starvation. I can’t even imagine that. 😦  
 
 
3. Is proof that I’m still a raging slacktivist.
 
 
4. Is my poor excuse for a newsletter.
 
 
Never mind me. Please share those links above with your friends. Oh, if you do it via e-mail, you’ll be a sweetie and merely copy the links instead of Forwarding this entire message of mine, si? And you’ll BCC instead of CCing your contacts, too, right? Aww, you’re smarty pants, darling.
 
 
So. Let’s all channel our inner Marie Antoinette, tag our piccies and “Qu’ils mangent de la brioche.”, I mean, “Let them eat cake.” Bon apetit to the fact that we can make someone live those words.
 
 
Thank you very much for helping me help complete strangers vicariously, me lovelies.
 
Love,
Kate
 
 
 
 
 

 

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 #mealforameal 

#mealforameal

I give Thee thanks, Almighty God.

Spicy Breadfruit

Chorizo Stir Fry with Boiled Potato ‘n Boiled Egg

Brown Bread

Hershey’s Chocolate (On the table at 12 o’clock)  

 

 

 

This is exactly what my plate looked liked before I tucked in last night. When I looked at this shot up on my PC, I realised it is a very good representation of me.

 

 

The corners of the slices of bread cut off

The slices themselves not arranged so that both slices are visible

The traces of gravy around the edges

The mismatched egg halves

and

The rather sloppy placement of everything.

 

 

This is who I am as a person; imperfect, but substantive (rather, I’d like to think of myself as substantive), unconcerned about slapping on the glitter to gloss over the grime beneath.

 

 

Similarly, so why should I treat my routine dinner plate any differently just because it could be viewed by people I don’t know?

 

 

WYSIWYG with me.

 

 

Oh, if you noticed the grease congealed in the Chorizo Stir Fry, brownie points for your eagle eyes! The art/photography flop that I am, I didn’t think of nuking my dinner before I snapped it. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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