food for thought.

the mind is a mysterious thing. all my day my brain has been going a million miles a minute. such random thoughts - some happy, some not. mostly just interesting. like sour brite worms. remember those? they were one of my favorites growing up. i bought them the other day. tasted like cancer morphed into a worm-shape. or pickles. i would never eat anything pickled, like pickled onions, cabbage or pigs feet (obviously). but i love pickles. i'd just never put 2 and 2 together. they're actually not pickles at all, they are pickled cucumbers. go figure. i miss rice krispie treats cereal. that stuff was the best! it was a cookie treat but for breakfast. every mom's nightmare, getting their kids all hopped up on sugar. that must be why we loved them so much. it was borderline off-limits. the grocery store had a special on imitation crab today. i don't get it. if you want something that tastes like crab, why wouldn't you just buy crab? if i wanted a food that tasted like chicken, i wouldn't buy imitation chicken. i'd buy the real thing. i don't think there are any other foods that fit into the "imitation" category. (except maybe powdered eggs, but those are just nasty) whoever invented imitation crab should be ashamed. god created real crab for a reason. splurge a little. life is short. kevin loves chicken wings. i like them to, until today when i realized what they really were. i guess i'd just never thought of it before. each basket of wings, let's say 8 to an order, is 4 chickens! FOUR! that just seems mean. i don't think i can look at wings the same. buffalo wild wings - never again. mothers yell at their babes when they see them putting rocks in their mouth. obviously, because rocks are dirty. however, carrots are grown in dirt. potatoes are grown in dirt. we aren't allowed to pick up food off the ground because it's dirty, yet we intentionally eat food GROWN in the dirt. hypocritical? i think so. along those lines, a non-food item that baffles me - shoes. we wear shoes so that our feet (skin) aren't exposed to the everyday grime of the world. the same grime that we then track all over our house when we return home. once we do take them off, we walk back over the same floor that we just wiped the grime on. seems pointless to me. i wish we could all be barefoot. my carpet would be much cleaner. so would my feet.