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Mom’s Mac and Cheese secretly with whole pasta, and peach crisp:

FRIENDS / WINE (of equal importance:)

And last but not least, having yourSelf is also good.

Nothing says a hurricane kind of came through but didn’t and now it’s sunny and 75 and beautiful AND I’ve seen Food Inc twice and am therefore very progressed and feel like making a peach pie like the FARMER’S MARKET!

So I went. It’s right by McCarren park and in the past has seemed like if hit or miss (like when Steve and I only found some sad potatoes) but today was HIT.

She is all: fine okay, eat meat and dairy, I will still love you, but I may not hold your hair back while you puke.

Apparently there’s bacteria and ’8 ft tall piles of manure’ by our eggs in Iowa so hmmm, people are getting sick. Buddy does not have to worry about such things, as she does not eat eggs. I mean, I have  I have been friends with This Lady for long enough to Know that the food production industry is a screwed and kind of like the mafia,  but I feel like now is the first timing I am actually ‘Knowing’ this information. Ugh!

Okay? Okay. It turns your milk blueberry. Try it TODAY!

(Maybe now Kashi will pay my student loans?)

Whenever you tell anyone that you are going to Williamstown, they immediately tell you to go to Blue Benn and eat everything ever. And today, I finally did! Excursions are limited if you are car-less, but Justine was nice enough to cart us there in her rental. It’s seemingly nothing much – a tiny diner in Bennington, VT (could I live there please? please?) but it boasts an insanely diverse and satisfying array of well, everything. I danged on a country benidict with perfect biscuit and gravy:

And ALSO (sadly not pictured) some crunch berry pancakes: stuffed with BERRIES AND GRANOLA. Genius. It’s never crossed my mind to engage in carjacking, but I didn’t get to try the California benedict with guacamole hollandaise, AND we passed a perfectly run down Salvation Army. And so, must go back, and so people in williamstown with cars: watch your backs, and car keys.

How do 45 people eat for a week, you ask? WELL. Each family is responsible for feeding the army one night of the week. It’s actually not too complicated, given that we are the kind of extended family who will literally eat anything. Last night was my Mom’s, and we presented, Taco Night. Who doesn’t love Taco Night? TACO NIGHT!!!!! ( Clearly, I love taco night.) It was a hit. I made this black bean, mango and avacado salad:

And there was of course PLENTY of boxed wine. Being that I live in NYC, and am fancy, my Dad checked in with my to see if the white is supposed to go on the Washer or the Dryer.

The Dryer. Duh. Some people have NO CLASS.

Please note that this gentleman is engaged in a ‘corn-eating contest,’ which just sounds painful and complicated.

I just wanted to say: I’ve noticed this shift in my relationship to food. I wouldn’t say thatI tragically over-eat, but I can be very I WILL EAT EVERYTHING ALL THE TIME especially if it’s say, Doritos, or cake, or string cheese, or everything. I think that also, I used to think, one needs 3 square meals a day! And dinner must be an event! But what I’ve finally realized is, I only really need like half the food I ever ate, and that I can mostly sustain myself with fun, good things like almonds and granola bars and bananas and the like, and the occasional sandwich. Now if I can just avoid corn eating contests, at all costs, I think I’ll be great.

I know. I know. You woke up this morning like, how does bekah Feel about bananas? Well, I WILL TELL YOU. Sometimes I really love them, they make me feel trim and empowered, like, I WILL EAT THIS BANANA. It insinuates that I do yoga and take fantastic care of myself. Also, they truly fill you up, and give you energy. Also, if you are eating a banana, chances are someone near you is as well, and you can kind of look at each other, and have a moment about it, as if you are wearing the same shoes.

Also, please enjoy these weird concentration camp bananas:

NO I DID NOT TRY DEEP FRIED BUTTER.

You’re sick.