Thursday, January 2, 2014
Eat everything. It's not medicine. Nor poison.
My entry in a long-ago New York Times contest for a seven-word 'haiku,' mimicking Michael Pollan's words of wisdom: Eat food. Not too much. Mostly plants. [For you sticklers out there, yes, I understand that it's not a haiku, as typically defined, but more an aphorism, a distilled, concise statement of principle.]
I didn't win, but I still like my entry.
It's a sentiment echoed recently by chef/writer Michael Ruhlman in recent blog entries, which led me to dig out that 'haiku' I entered into the contest.
Dave loves to eat, and cook, and feed his family and friends. Thankfully Dave's family and friends like to eat what he cooks. Dave has achieved the Great American Dream -- suburban banality. He cooks from his modestly appointed kitchen in the leafy suburbs of Delaware County, Pennsylvania, a stone's throw from Philadelphia. Stop by for dinner. Or lunch. Or breakfast.