Monday, 11 December 2000
All Westerners Smell Of Milk
There can be no more decadent perfection
than a lump of cheddar.
Courtney love said she lost 40lb by giving up cheese.
Last week's eating patterns were as fucked as the weather. I didn't
bite the cheese I had for Wednesday's dinner, though. I sliced
Before my friend Belinda quit working in arts admin, her cheese
had bitemarks in. I went to hers for dinner once and she made
me cheese on toast, carefully slicing round the bitemark and throwing
it in the bin.
I'm always mindful of this when I'm tempted by the welcoming surfaces
of a smooth, yellow lump of cheese. I even accompanied the lump
of cheese with thin discs of cucumber - organic, no less.
'Once upon a time there was a young man named Edward who lived
by himself with a great amount of dignity. He had so much dignity
that when he made his solitary evening meal every night at six
thrity, he always made sure he garnished it with a jaunty little
sprig of parsley. That's how he thought the parsley looked: jaunty.
Jaunty, and dignified...Only lonely people didn't take
pride in their dinners.'
(Douglas Coupland, Generation X, p48)
On Friday I had a danish pastry.