feed me, seymour!

When I was in college, I read a little book called Fast Food Nation. I read it in bed at night while my roommate finished her musicology homework. This was a mistake of massive proportions. Consequences included food-related nightmares, bedtime nausea, and a roommate that thought I was insane.

No one likes to have nightmares about food.

The long-term effects of reading Fast Food Nation at nighttime is that I have no desire whatsoever to read/watch/consider any contemporary iteration of Upton Sinclair's The Jungle.  Food, Inc.?  No, thanks. Omnivore's Dilemma? I'm sure it's thoroughly informative, but I have nightmares enough without information. Informing my food nightmares would be like Seymour feeding his man-eating plant.

Even still, reading Fast Food Nation is likely the most life-changing non-fiction book I've read that had nothing to do with Jesus. It didn't just give me nightmares, it changed the way I go to the grocery store. It taught me to think critically about what I put into my mouth. It challenged me to eat with higher standards, to see food beyond its utilitarian nourishment of my body.

If you haven't read such a book, get on it. Or I might give into Audrey II's demands.

Okay, maybe not.


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Anonymous said...

Hm...ignorance is bliss? *happily munches french fries...then, remembering her diet, sadly pushes them away*

Vanessa said...

My next goal in life post-PhD...to become a "foodie!"