Here’s a headline we can all get behind:
Several years ago I went to dinner in Korea with a group of co-workers.
If you know me you know that I believe there is nothing more fun and delicious than Korean barbecue so that dinner, in Korea with people I enjoyed, should have been awesome.
But it wasn’t. That dinner was a KBBQ exception. When the waitress brought out the platter of meat that day, it was drama for dinner.
The coworker to my right (Muslim) couldn’t eat pork but the restaurant (mad cow cautious) wasn’t keen to serve beef. The ensuing discussion prompted the coworker on my left to warn that if cow was procured it better (for the sake of their respective immortal souls) be cooked on a separate grate. Meanwhile across the table three American southerners used the confusion to steal the flustered waitress’ cooking tongs because they’d eaten enough KBBQ to know that no self-respecting Korean would ever let the meat char to the delicious carcinogenic levels said men desired.
Now if you have ever convinced a Korea restaurant to alter their menu for you for any reason you…
- are my hero and,
- fully understand what a nightmare that meal was.
(Actually grown guys playing tong keep-away was pretty amusing so maybe “nightmare” is a bit strong)
Anyway, I’d forgotten all about that dinner until last week when I read these two articles:
From the Irish Independent:
And (I kid you not, less than 24 hours later) from the NY Times
So if I want to live long I absolutely mustn’t blacken my meals but if I want to live happy I absolutely must. Where does that leave me?
Hungry, that’s where. And maybe that’s been the problem all along. Maybe we’re all just hungry.
The world we live in (like that dinner and those articles) is fraught with people of differing ideas, preferences, beliefs, goals, sports loyalty, beverage addiction… Demand that it all mold into one unified path towards the future and you risk ending up (like me at that dinner and after reading those articles) – hungry.
(or on a diet of boiled chicken and I ask you, when has boiled chicken ever make anyone truly happy??)
What is the answer? I don’t know and I’m not suggesting we stop looking. I just think in the mean time, maybe we should all have a sandwich.
Yeah peace and sandwiches*… maybe some of that wine…it couldn’t hurt.
I’ll set the table.
*lest my blatantly western sandwich offer offend, feel free to eat instead a panini, gyro, banh mi, kebab, arepa, bacadillo, taco, piroshki, vada pav, chivito…just stay away from the blood of your enemies. That would probably not be productive.