fish friday

A Catholic organization provides our lunches and one thing I learned from having Catholic friends is that they don't eat red meat on Fridays. I thought that only applied to Lent but maybe it's year round. Who knows? Now that I think about it, my friends aren't all that Catholic. Well, the lunch providers strongly believe in fish Fridays, so at the end of every week, the kids have a rectangle of ambiguous fish plopped onto a serving of rice or mac n cheese. Okay. I know prepackaged fish is always a tough sell, but because these are middle schoolers, they are disgusted by every meal that isn't pasta or chicken nuggets. The catch is that there is also chocolate cake on Fridays, and to get the cake, you gotta take the whole meal. Therefore there is a lot of half-eaten fish, completely unopened containers, & fish decimated into chunks by an angry 6th grader and his spork. That's where I come in.

I like all food. I am not a picky eater. Picky eaters annoy me because what they're basically saying is they are above you and your simple fare. It's especially obnoxious when you did all this work to prepare a nice meal for someone and then they attempt to discretely avoid eating something. This is merely a hypothetical for me because I don't cook but for omelets and pasta. Fish, however, is one food for which I had to acquire a taste. I think this sentence is grammatically correct, but it sounds awful. That's what I don't like about grammar. I also like to start sentences with "but." So I do it. Suck it, Mrs. Straus. JK love ya Laura. Other foods I used to hate but now like include: onions, mushrooms, tomatoes, mustard, and pretzels. As it turns out I only dislike two foods in this world now: dried fruits and marshmallows. Just letting you know for the next time you invite me to your dinner party.

As I write this, I am swallowing the last flakes of my my fish patty. I have to say, I find the whole meal pretty tasty, minus the occasional sharp boney parts that get stuck in my teeth and remind me that what I'm eating used to be alive. Then I start considering whether I should have stuck with my vegetarianism because honestly I don't like meat that much. By "my vegetarianism," I mean the three days I told my family I wasn't eating meat for "moral reasons." My dad still reminds me of that phase every time we have steak for dinner. And I could totally be the hippie environmental girl. And I'd probably lose a few lbs. Then I'm like oh wait I love chicken nuggets. And vegetarianism has to be done right or else you just look like a pretentious tool who does things "for moral reasons."

The rambling and bizarre tone of this blog post reflects my typical Friday mood. Fridays are a weird day with lots of menial obligations but no real deadlines or urgency. I try to get as much done as possible for the next wave of Monday-Thursday madness, but I also do things like online shop and try my ring on every finger to figure out which finger is fattest. Generally I have a weekend-induced burst of energy that occasionally takes me to the gym but mostly leads me to attempt a nap for hours (a nap that fails due to the weekend-induced burst of energy and is in reality just me sleeping in spurts of 15 minutes before I jolt myself awake again). Fridays are when I discover what heinous things the GOP is saying now and what is trending on Twitter.

I think I am going to do a Fish Friday series where I share with you the things that I am thinking about. Here are some things on my mind this Friday:

1. Is it a serious issue that my foot falls asleep at least three times a week?
2. I can't wait to see The Vow. Like, no shame, opening day, I must see it. I adore Rachel McAdams, and we've already established that I love love.
3. This week contains both Australia Day and Kansas Day. As these are my two favorite locations, & I generally support all holidays, this should be my favorite week of the year. It's not.
4. If I went to Brown, would I have actively tried to befriend Emma Watson? Or would I have pretended to be above the hype & only casually run into her at rugby games? We all know the answer to this one.
5. I think the phrase "COB" is hilarious. Does every workplace use it? I had no idea what it meant the first few times I saw it. I just thought of corn on a cob and chuckled to myself. Yet another reason I am not meant to be member of the workforce.

Five is enough. I should have called this Fish Fiveday.