Eating out and the Sin of Gluttony

 Convenience can often equal gluttony.  

This comes in many forms.  On line ordering of needed (or often wanted) products is quick and easy, and usually based on impulse rather than any sort foresight.  

Digital media is only a few clicks away, and gratification is pretty much instant.  

But right this moment, I'm talking about food.  Glorious food, prepared and hot and delivered directly to my door.  

This might be one of the best things to emerge from the pandemic and how it has affected the world and the life I live.  In most cases, the whole pandemic and ensuing lockdowns and restrictions placed on societal norms has little affect on me.  I'm kind of a solitary creature, some might even say a curmudgeon.  So the idea that social gatherings have been restricted is not exactly limiting to me.  And lets face it, I hope like hell they go back to only letting so many people into a grocery at a time.  Shopping like that is absolutely amazing.

But pre-covid, the options for food delivery were fairly limited.  The bigger cities of the world have been enjoying food delivery for a long time.  But, here on the north coast it has been limited to very few options.  But not that delivery is pretty much expected, and really a necessity for a small business to survive, its truly a benefit to me.  

Take tonight for example.  What to eat.  I don't want anything specifically.  Some things always sound good.  Pizza?  Always.  Something with french fries on the side?  Oh yes.  But sometime that just feels gluttonous.  Do I need something so savory and salty in my gut?  I mean, lets face it, it wouldn't hurt me to gain a few pounds.  I'm skinny, and probably overly so.  My eating habits are deplorable. 

Lets look at my breakfast:  Coffee.  Double Stuff Golden Oreos.  That is not exactly healthy.  But really, if you haven't dipped a golden Oreo in coffee, you absolutely must.  Its sooooooooo delicious.  

But anyway, back to dinner, and the great ordering dilemma I'm facing.  

Tonight, we are talking about subway sandwiches.  Which is not anything fancy, that's for sure.  But it sure is plenty tasty.  And the pastrami.  I don't know how pastrami is graded in terms of quality.  But I'm guessing Subway doesn't spring for the high quality.  But it's oh so good.  With pepper jack and banana peppers.   My mouth literally watered just thinking about it.  

I often sit down to a sandwich, thinking I'll eat half now, and half later.  And then, somehow, the whole thing is gone.  And I eat fast.  So its barely eating.  Its mostly consuming.  The only thing I tend to eat slower is chicken wings, and I believe that is purely a circumstance of them being messy, and that typically wings involve another person.  So its a social dinner.  

But when I am alone, there isn't a lot of talking.  Sometimes, I'll find Ive gon e most of the day without vocalizing a single word.  Its an odd realization when it occurs, but it sure does and strikes me odd every time.  I would think I would be used to it by now.  

Anyway, with that said, this rambling has gone on long enough, and is rather pointless aside from simply putting some of my thoughts to written word for my own benefit.