Some random food thoughts

I was talking with one of my professors this week about my disdain for cooking or in any way preparing food and as I retold the story to Scott I realized that in good part I hate cooking because my grandmother taught me to be a fast eater. I know that sounds crazy but hear me through. My grandmother used to tell me she ate quickly because she worked in a shoe factory and when the 12 o'clock whistle blew (which is still does in Derry each day) she had 30 mins to walk home, eat lunch and walk back. I would always keep pace with her as we ate and she told me stories about what it was like to grow up with 8 siblings and how it was to raise my Mom. So now, it is clear that I dont like to cook because I hate taking longer to MAKE food than to eat it!

So, this does leave me with a few unanswered questions... was there no lunch room at the shoe factory? Why waste all that time walking? Furthermore, was it up hill both ways? And was it snowing (even in the summer)?

That, folks, is what's on my mind today!