My Friday evenings are boring and sort of lonely, so this is what happens.

A random thought occurred to me tonight that won't go away until I write it down: Humans are the only species on Earth who don't take food at face value.

We aren't content with just finding something on the ground or killing something and then ingesting it for survival. We have to mix and roast and chop and blend and toss a bunch of things together on a plate before it's worthy to pass our lips. And then package and mass produce it so other people know about the awesome thing we just created because we have big egos.

Don't read too far into this and think I'm being philosophical. I'm not. The thought occurred to me as I was giving my dog his dinner. Every single day for the past 7 years, the poor thing has eaten basically the same meal. And he doesn't even mind. (At least I don't think so.) Sure, he begs for human food or treats every so often, but each night he still eats a bowl of brown, crunchy, gravy-flavored bits that most likely contain sawdust as a filler, and he's fine with it.

So as humans, are we just self-absorbed? Is food not good enough for us the way it comes out of the ground? We have the audacity to assume that whatever we concoct is sooooo much better than what Mother Nature already offers?

I didn't really want this to be the main topic of tonight's post, but I guess that's what happened. And I promise, I'm not trying to make some food revelation or a grand argument for organic produce or the caveman diet. I just wonder how it came about that a person decided one day he was bored with what he was eating and decided to change it. That thought probably extends to a lot of different facets of life I'm not properly prepared to contemplate right now, so I'll save it for another day.

I know this was a weird post, and feel free to ignore it. Part of it might stem from the fact that I just finished the first season of Girls and it's kind of rocking my world right now and I need time to process it ... before I start season 2. Yeah, it's one of those nights.

Oh, and before I forget (and because I have to make up for not posting yesterday):

Thursday Breakfast: Crustless veggie quiche. Divine.
Lunch: Tomato basil soup, grilled mozzarella sandwich on whole wheat, wheat saltines, and carrot sticks. Also divine. Seriously, if you haven't tried Cafe Pony Espresso yet, you're not living.
Dinner: Bean burrito and a breakfast corndog (a.k.a. pig in a blanket). That's embarrassing. Also, some frozen pizza later that night. And two (large) glasses of red wine. I told you nighttime is the worst for me.

Friday Breakfast: Low-fat vanilla yogurt and red seedless grapes.
Lunch: A gourmet hamburger slider, a lamb medallion with satay sauce (I interviewed a chef today and he gave me samples) and a leftover pork chop when I went home later. Ugh. Too much meat.
Dinner: Another bean burrito and some microwave cheese nachos. Shockingly, I'm still below my calorie limit for the day. So ... yay?

P.S. I thought publicly revealing every meal on here would be mortifying, but so far I find it kind of hilarious. I'm sure that however strange my eating habits are, there are loads of people with weirder diets than mine. I take comfort in that, I think. Maybe we're all a little weird, and somehow that makes us all normal.