Category: Life

Today during our morning break we were chatting about foods we like and don’t like. (Yes, we never run out of topics! Tomorrow it could be the weather or solid surface counter tops.)

I learned that K. and A. both dislike celery. I feel no overwhelming connection to celery but I don’t dislike it either. I’m neutral on that particular vegetable and I had no problem expressing my opinion. I was not to be swayed by the anti-celery talk. Long life the stringy stalks of delight … okay, I’m getting carried away. If it’s there I’ll eat it. If it’s not then I will endure and eat the baby carrots.

I also learned that coriander and cilantro are one and the same. Who knew? Where does parsley fit it in — that I can identify.

There is one food that I won’t eat (but I can avoid it as it’s not often served at dinner parties I attend). A hot dog on a stick — also known as a pogo. This aversion stems from an incident at the Canadian National Exhibition in my teen years involving the long gone (and dearly missed) Flyer roller coaster.

I’m not really interested in meeting celebrities. As a teen I didn’t have posters of Duran Duran in my locker. As an adult, I read the latest celebrity news (willingly and with morbid interest) but I don’t want to party with Britney Spears or have lunch with Keanu Reeves.

I don’t know any celebrities but I have met some well-known journalists and politicians. I’m famous in one small circle for getting quite tongue-tied talking to Bob Rae. He was pleasant and charismatic. I was a bit smitten. But I’m not trolling the internet for new Bob gossip. I do miss Frank Magazine, though! I also know someone who was nominated for an Academy Award but that’s not relevant to my post (I just wanted to mention it since I mentioned Bob.)

But there is someone I would love to have lunch with. Not because she’s a celebrity but because I think it would be a lot of fun and very interesting. In fact, I would love to be in her court room (um, studio audience) for a day of taping. She can see right through bs and she’s tough but fair. Sure I don’t always agree with her and sometimes I feel she mocks the hopelessly dumb and beautifully vapid (but so do I on occasion). I know I will probably never meet Judith Sheindlin but I can send e-cards to myself and put them on my blog — much like the weird kids did with the Duran Duran posters in their lockers.

(I preferred KISS as did all the self-respecting rockers.)