11 hours ago
Sunday, August 12, 2018
Reaping What I've Sown
Since my recent illness, I've had trouble eating. The thought of food makes me queasy, which means I don't eat until I'm really hungry. And then once I've eaten, almost everything I eat makes me even more queasy. (I've stopped vomiting but it's still pretty unpleasant.)
So I've been looking for food I can eat that will keep me from being hungry and yet won't make me ill. So far cheese is the biggest win, but also perfectly ripe bananas work, as well as some (very bland) yogurts.
But you see the problem. This is a very limited diet. So I've been stalking the stores, searching for food I can eat which will also provide me with more nutritional benefit than my current diet (though bananas are pretty good, nutritionally).
But the point of this story: I've been using the term "nutritionally dense," which the Kid hates. "I need something nutritionally dense," I mutter as I wander the grocery. "I could probably eat oatmeal, but it's not very nutritionally dense."
"Nutritionally dense is a made up term," the Kid seethes. I actually got it from the Kid, who learned it in health class in high school. "It's bullshit."
"I can't live on cheese forever," I say. "It's just not nutritionally dense enough."
"It's a ridiculous term! It was invented to make us feel terrible about what we're eating!"
"Peanut butter is nutritionally dense," I say, "but bread makes me queasy. I guess I could just eat peanut butter on its own."
"It's a term invented by the patriarchy to oppress women and control our lives!"
At this point I began laughing.
"What?" the Kid demanded.
"That's a good one," I said. "Excellent technique."
"Oh, shut up."
"You know exactly the argument to use against me."
The Kid is grinning now too. "It's true, though. The patriarchy --"
"Okay, okay. How about we find some food I can eat that isn't cheese? How would that be?"
"You should try ginger tea," the Kid says, heading for the tea and coffee aisle. "Or maybe ginger ale."
"Those don't sound very nutritionally dense," I say, and the Kid rounds on me. I laugh. "Now I'm just fucking with you," I point out.
Life in the delagar household.