Friday, November 13, 2009

Sirens of Jewish Penicillin

Some urges for food and drink transcend the need to be sated and goes to the core of being programed by tradition.

I visited The Coffee Shop at lunch for my favorite vegan wrap. It was a chilly, windy day with a slight drizzle. Looking at the specials one perfect item jumped out -- chicken soup. There was never a more perfect day for hot bowl of chicken soup. Healthy, tasty, traditional - just right. Ignoring my desire for a healthy bowl of soup loaded with chicken was no different than ignoring an urge for a slice of pizza, or a martini with friends. It's not part of the program, and the more I practice this self control, even when sirens are calling for a bowl of Jewish penicillin on a cold wet afternoon, the stronger I will be during this 6 month experiment.

The vegan wrap was still delicious - wheat tortilla filled with zucchini, summer squash, tomato, onion and hummus.

On a Friday night after work the ads in the subway for bottle of beer played their part on my programmed desire for a mug - no go. I went to the movies tonight, and obviously a box of popcorn is as traditional as buying your tickets - no go...yet. Saw "Pirate Radio," fun flick. Back at home and not getting my fill of film I popped in "Citizen Kane." Not only did I cave on my urge for popcorn (no butter of course), but my vice mirrored Mr. Wells and I lit up my pipe.

Still vegan, relatively healthy, and I punctuated the evening with a nod towards the hurricane brewing off the coast by eating an Ida Red apple.

Finally, don't want to spoil it for you, but Rosebud is a sleigh.


Mad Dog said...

You might want to consider explaining what pipe you lit up. Some may think of a different kind of pipe. You know?

Terrence said...

the only one I have - tobacco!