Yesterday I was standing in line to pay for my groceries and was right behind an elderly lady (70+ years old) in a wheelchair. Quickly glancing at the contents of her grocery cart, I was shocked to notice that we bought exactly the same sort of stuff….dates, soup, lactose-free milk, tomato sauce, bananas, cereal, yoghurt, chocolate…
People ALWAYS make fun of my ridiculous eating habits – commenting that I eat (and my food choices) are similar to that of a 2-year old or an 80-year old: soft, squishy and sweet. I take little to no roughage (celery, asparagus, etc…) and prefer all my food mashed up so that I can drink rather than eat it.
Textures, flavours, spices….I’m not an extrovert at all when it comes to dining! In fact, I am even much worse than that hermit or spiritual recluse who has banished all exotic or “different” food from their palate.
I have always admired people who are curious with their cuisine….rather than reverting to the same ‘ol thing as I do. I don’t have an excuse. I am lame – and I will admit it.
But I’m not sure why it came as a shock to me that granny and I had exactly the same shopping basket. Put me on a little motorized wheelchair and strap on a fanny pack – I’m there! And with my recent back problems…I’ve even got the posture to put me in the 60+ age group. I look at retirement villas, special parking spots, motor wheelchairs and playing bingo as goals to strive for. :P
Sigh – I guess I need to be content with being a under-30-something and act my age. Perhaps start with some celery and asparagus...
NOT!
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