the little market this morning – I needed to get some eggs. A dozen jumbo eggs is $1.89 here while at the chain supermarkets jumbo eggs run well over $5. Weird. A stroll through this market is an exercise in self-control because it is a Spanish market (owned by a Chinese woman). Today I fingered a huge bag of huge chicharones, another of plantain chips which weren’t chips but thin slices of plantain processed like chips, and as always, on my way to the check-out I fondled the pineapple cake. All of it way too high calorie for me and not the healthiest but oh my, ever so tasty!
The food I miss most from my life in NYC is Puerto Rican food – aww, man it is so good! Pasteles, I always preferred the yuca ones, rellenos de papa, rice and beans with the beans cooked in a ‘sauce’ with little plantain dumplings, anything pork. I don’t know if there was ever a restaurant that served Puerto Rican food, there should have been, there should be – so delicious and no, not really like Mexican food.
It’s a good thing we went to the market early because we have to pass Popeyes and 11am is too early for lunch but I was so tempted. Popeyes is my guilty pleasure because I sure do love fried chicken and I love Popeyes best. *sigh*
I am now craving all the foods that I do not eat. Because, you know, they are not ‘healthy’, body-wise anyway. Emotionally? Hoo-boo they are the healthiest foods in the Universe because they make me happy. When my paternal grandmother was in her late 70’s a doctor told her she should lose some weight and she laughed at him and the idea, saying “So – they’ll need 8 people to carry my casket”
So what age do I have to be to not care how much I weigh, and get to eat all the foods that make me happy?