The book self began reading a week ago is French Women Don’t Get Fat: The Secret of Eating for Pleasure, by Mireille Guiliano.
Mireille used to be overweight (when she was 17), and her (Parisian) mother, instead of humiliating her by calling her “fat,” very discreetly arranged for Mireille to see a dietitian named Dr. M. This kind soul was so circumspect that Mireille didn’t even know he was weaning her from food. He started her on a daily food journal, and …
Well, the point is, Mireille says it is OK to eat as much as one wants of salmon, oysters, scallops, etc, and we would all do well to follow the French habit of shopping every day in farmers markets.
Which (here comes another digression: It’s less than two weeks to Christmas, memories are crawling out of the woodwork like termites) puts self in mind of the time she was doing a residency in Mojacar, this tiny village in the south of Spain (which is probably no longer so tiny — which, in fact, might probably have exploded by now with Danish and English retirees), when she used to spend weekends visiting markets with Eizo Sakata. Eizo went everywhere with a hat, and when he found a fruit that looked particularly pleasing, he’d take it back to Mojacar and use the juice on a painting.
Let’s see, what was self supposed to be writing about again?
Oh, yes, French Women Don’t Get Fat.
Self is now on p. 103. Mireille provides a very helpful sample Spring Menu. And here are the items she lists therein:
Breakfast: yogurt * cereal with strawberries * slice of whole wheat or multigrain bread * Coffee or tea (Why does Mireille capitalize Coffee, self wonders? Not that she has anything against coffee. Self in fact loooves coffee — That’s enough, self! You dingbat, coffee is the first word of a new line! It’s like in a poem, don’cha see? The first word of each line, whether it’s Yogurt or Cereal or Coffee, is always capitalized. This is known as: the Editor’s Rule of Consistency # 3!)
Lunch: Asparagus flan * Green Salad * Cherry clafoutis without dough * Noncaloric beverage
Dinner: Pea soup * Grilled Spring Lamb Chops * Cauliflower Gratin * Rhubarb compost (Did self just write “compost”? She meant compote, of course! Pardonnez moi!) * Glass of red wine
Well, see, this menu plan doesn’t work for self. Here’s what works exceedingly well for self:
Breakfast: Coffee (Aged Sumatra), black
Lunch: More Coffee (More Aged Sumatra), maybe a dollop of half’n half
Dinner: Everything self missed out on during the day, two servings of those
In addition: No snacking during the day, not even one cupcake. No soft drinks, even though the husband drinks Coke so ostentatiously, even flirting with self and making goo-goo eyes while polishing off his can. No gelato and no frozen yogurt, no matter how many times self’s errands take her to downtown Palo Alto. No potato chips, even though self has been hitting the Walgreen’s every day in the hunt for the elusive Benadryl, and the Walgreen aisles seem to be crawling with at least 20 different kinds of potato chips and a dozen different kinds of dip.
Stay tuned, dear blog readers. Stay tuned.