I like the conversations we have here at The Amateur Gourmet. I feel like I’ve built something of a community. You guys are my global cooking village. Can I borrow some milk?
So I was thinking today, as I often do, about nothing in particular and thoughts flowed in and out of my head. One of those thoughts involved drugs the other involved food. They merged and had children. These questions are their children:
(1) How much does the average American pot smoker spends on pot? I don’t smoke pot, so I don’t know. (I’m not just saying that because my mom reads this. Hi mom!) If they put that money towards one fancy meal each month, what level restaurant could they eat at? Do you see where I’m going with this? Say No To Drugs, Say Yes To Fine Dining.
(2) So then I was thinking about ‘shrooms. Not mushrooms, ‘shrooms—mushrooms withou the mush. I don’t do ‘shrooms, and I’m not just saying that because my drug counselor is reading this. Hi Ted! But that led to a thought about food: so ‘shrooms like mushrooms grow in the ground and have hallucinogenic qualities. Do you think average ordinary every day vegetables have an undetectable impact on our perception? Like eating a bunch of carrots makes you see the glass half empty and eating a bunch of turnips makes you horny? We know oysters actually do make you horny. I’m talking about the things we don’t know that food does. WHAT DOES FOOD DO TO YOUR HEAD?
(I swear I’m writing this sober—if you want to apply my own theories to this post, tonight I ate duck and chocolate chip cookies. Ok, and I had a martini.)