FoodFoodieMcFood

For those of us interested in/obsessed with the food world, there's alot going on this week.

King Corn opens tomorrow. "King Corn is a feature documentary about two friends, one acre of corn, and the subsidized crop that drives our fast-food nation. In King Corn, Ian Cheney and Curt Ellis, best friends from college on the east coast, move to the heartland to learn where their food comes from. With the help of friendly neighbors, genetically modified seeds, and powerful herbicides, they plant and grow a bumper crop of America’s most-productive, most-subsidized grain on one acre of Iowa soil. But when they try to follow their pile of corn into the food system, what they find raises troubling questions about how we eat—and how we farm."

This disgusts me: Hardee's on Monday rolled out its new Country Breakfast Burrito -- two egg omelets filled with bacon, sausage, diced ham, cheddar cheese, hash browns and sausage gravy, all wrapped inside a flour tortilla. The burrito contains 920 calories and 60 grams of fat.

Boston Vegetarian Food Festival. This Saturday is the 12th Annual Boston VegFest. I don't have time to go. I have two closets and one HUGE room left to pack. Not to mention various and sundry other errands to run. But I know of other Veg Bloggers (including Jody from VegChic) who will be there. The chance to meet and mingle with fellow Veg Bloggers who will be sporting "Eat More Kale" t-shirts. How can I not go?

I shouldn't be spending time looking these things up and blogging about them. But you can only write email call-to-action copy about whole life insurance policies for so long....

Costly Play Kales

So, I sat on my hands most of the day at work. Or, as ArmyFedExBoy would say, sat around with my thumb up my ass.

I mean, not really. I did manage to finish the plot outline for my NaNoWriMo novel. All 8 pages of it. I hope that doesn't constitute cheating and the flying guilt monkeys come for me....

But, for the most part, I stared at a computer screen all day with NOTHING productive to do. So I decided I would head out uber early (read 3:45) to catch one last yoga class with AwesomeYogaTeacher. But, the guilt monkeys did come to get me and I went to check in with one of the Veeps before I left.

Act 1 Scene 1: Kalesy knocks timidly on Veeps closed door. She has already decided to lie. "Um, I have to run out and grab the keys to my new apartment before the rental agency closes."

Veep: "Okay. Did A come talk to you about the pitch for BigCompany?"

Kalesy: "No. Should I have been looking for him?"

Veep: "No. It's a letter or email campaign. Or something. I don't have the details yet. But swing by after you come back from getting your keys and we can walk through it."

DOH!

Damn those flying guilt monkeys. I bet if I hadn't checked in, no one would have noticed me missing. Still, on the off chance they would have, probably a good thing I didn't leave. Besides, now I have something to do tomorrow. Yippee!

So, I missed yoga. I did run 4 miles on the treadmill at my new gym. Not quite the same, but it does help ease the jitters out.

And other eventful things happened, which I will blog about later - or not. The net/net is, it's 8:46 and all is well with The Universe.

Quick Update

No, the new job hasn't killed me. Quite the opposite. So far, so great, but details forthcoming. Suffice to say I've been unbelievably busy when not at work - with the move and figuring out all the surrounding details. I've fallen into bed exhausted by 10 each night...

But I had to mention this: once again Kalesy is ahead of the curve...

A few weeks ago, my car started sporting this:



Last night, Stephen Colbert announced his candidacy.

Do I have my pulse on the nation, or what?

B Day - as in Beginnings

Tomorrow is the first day of the rest of my life.

I'm nervous, anxious, excited, pensive, enthusiastic -- I'm a total loony bin.

But a trip yesterday to Salem provided me with the tools I need for a "New Beginnings" ritual I'm going to do tonight. I've got lots of lemon balm tea in me. I found a beautiful version of the Gayatri Mantra online and the performer gave me permission (no really!) to download it to my iPod. So, yes, all will be amazing.

Yesterday was a total blast. We lucked out with gorgeous weather for strolling the shops and stalls of Salem's Bizarre Bazaar. It was so nice to hang out with spiritual peeps when I'm feeling so befuddled. HypnoGal kept reminding me that "I will be great." And she's right. Many shiny things were purchased including two gorgeous Hematite necklaces that will help me stay grounded and hopefully help me set down those roots I so want to set.



I've got my outfit ironed, my coffee ready for brewing, my clock set on two different times. It's 9 p.m. and everything is ready, set, done. Too bad I fear sleep will be a long time coming. Ah well, more time to envision all the fabulousness my new life will be.

I Am Not Alone

On the advice of Saphire Dakini, I have been checking out Crazy Aunt Purl. Her blog chronicles her life after her husband left her suddenly - to go "find himself" - and her experiments coping via booze, Cheetos, and knitting. Oh, and cats. Lots of cats. It's a hilarious read - check it out.

As synchronicity happens, she just released a book about her experiences called Drunk, Divorced, and Covered in Cat Hair. And I ordered it.

This a.m. (only four days late) I was reading the Sunday Globe's book reviews and they give it glowing reviews.

It feels good to have examples of strong women who've turned heartache around. Especially a few short weeks before NaNoWriMo.

As the T-Shirt says, "Be Nice to Me or I'll Put You in My Novel". Muh Wha Ha Ha.