One of our readers (RD) mentioned in a recent email that Tuesday was “hamburger day” for him.
This reminded me of something I’ve been meaning to mention for a couple of years, but it just keeps slipping my mind: Is it an indication of something [fill in this blank if you can come up with a word for it —>_____] when people get into ritual and routine about their food?
When we were living in Burbank back in the 2005 era I knew people who would always to a certain restaurant on a certain day. Like Acapulco’s on Thursday for lunch…that sort of thing.
More recently, a consulting client and his wife (east coast folks) made a major change in their life, moving Tuesday Chinese to Wednesday.
I’ve never really understood it, because part of the joy of “listening to your body, thus reducing stress” includes sitting back for a moment and asking “What do I FEEL would be good for me today?”
Going to the Northwest (as we’re about to for a month) I can see how people slip into foody-patterns. In fact, if for the rest of my life, I had only one meal to it, I’d have to go with the dinner-sized crab cocktail, a small salad with bleu cheese, and the dinner-sized fish and chips from Harbor Lights in Tacoma.
There (and Ivar’s) are about the only places the fish and chips are perfect to my taste. Most places do a heavier (and therefore greasier) batter. I don’t care for that…more of a Panko-style fish eater, thanks. If I want that much breading, I’ll mix up a few baguettes of French…know what I mean?
Anyway, the only other reasons for eating a certain thing – on a certain day – that I can come up with is maybe the “Wednesday special.”
Over the years, some great restaurants have day of the week specials. My other favorite haunt in the PNW is 13-Coins where (if you scroll down their 24-hour menu here) you’ll see why I love going there on Wednesday, Thursday, or Friday. (Stroganoff, pot roast, and prime rib specials if you’re a bit slow on the click this morning.)
Around out place, we eat (more of less) when hungry and what depends on activities around the house. During construction projects (a seemingly perpetual state) there are a lot of microwaved Reuben sandwiches and pizzas,
It’s really amazing how a regular frozen “base” pizza can be fixed up with a jug of good organic red sauce, some fresh sliced mushrooms and a pound of additional ‘mutz.
Other days, like today, we still turn on the crock pot and do something like an all-day pot roast…but mostly, the “right answer” seems to be skipping routine and if a couple of tall glasses or orange juice, or a whole celery are what your body wants, then by all means, I figure going for it is one way to keep healthy: Just like animals graze differently, depending on their health, what’s in season, and what their mood and feelings are, seems like that makes sense for us, too.
Except on Wednesday, Thursday, or Friday, or while in Tacoma along the waterfront, of course.
Music in Retirement
A few days back we were talking about the other kind of “listening to yourself” that seems pretty good: Making your own music, particularly, if like me, you didn’t practice as a kid.
At least when retirement shows up, you should be able to set aside plenty of practice time (since the kids only call on state occasions like birthdays, and when their bank accounts are low).
Reader Dave (one of the 642 Daves that read this site) is in the process of rediscovering music, too, so lots of us on this path…
I haven’t done much music, but I have done alot of art and I listen to music alot.