Takin’ It All The Way To The Bank
I have, I promise, started Part 2 of the El Bulli post. I underestimate my superpowers though, because it took me an hour, that’s right — AN HOUR, to write about the first three dishes. And I have too many jobs. I mean, honestly, I’m not sure that *actual* whores work this hard. Because of this, and because this week involves a great deal of personal pain for me, Jon and I are getting the fuck out of here and going to Disneyland. I’ll be back at the end of the week, and hopefully the weekend will provide a new El Bulli installment.
Today, I kind of feel like I threw my back out humping your mom last night. That is because yesterday I went to get down and boogie oogie oogie with over 20 other food bloggers at the San Francisco Food Bank. I had been there before, with my students, and remembered it as a tedious and painful, if noble, job. Perhaps that is because I was surrounded by 40 7th graders shrieking like harpies whilst we packaged lima beans.
Now let me tell you, no one knows how to fondle large quantities of food like a bunch of food bloggers. We processed over a ton of food (yep over 2,000 pounds or the combined weight of the last two plumbers you caught boning your sister in the backseat of a pick-up) in 3 hours, packing apples and oranges and flash-frozen corn. Unlike the time with my students, I could hardly believe the two hours had passed and was trying to figure out when I could go back to help again. This, despite the fact that packing the fruit involved tossing out the fruit gone bad (we’re talking reaching into a bin and having your hand go right through an orange — grossness all around).
Thanks to Yield for opening early so we could get our drink on after the work, and to Amy and Sam for organizing the whole shebang.
Jon and I give to charity all year round, but there is something to be said for actually working to help someone else. When you get some time, call up that mother fuckin’ food bank and see how you can help out. I’m banking on it.
xoxo
Joy
“To eat is a necessity. To eat intelligently is an art.”
– La Rochefoucauld
