Comments on: Bon Appétit! http://julesritter.com/2009/09/bon-appetit/ Thu, 09 Sep 2010 13:58:05 +0000 hourly 1 http://wordpress.org/?v=3.0.1 By: jules http://julesritter.com/2009/09/bon-appetit/comment-page-1/#comment-6553 jules Thu, 10 Sep 2009 06:34:07 +0000 http://julesritter.com/?p=1835#comment-6553 FORK BUFFET??!! Tee hee. Run for the hills Claire. As you have gone public with your weight loss goals see http://thiswomanislosingit.blogspot.com/ then I will say this. Don't eat a thing. Not one morsel. Those things are empty calorie nutritional nightmares laden with fat and sugar and God knows what else leaving you with an insulin slump and a fridge binge at midnight (I know I've been there). Eat a decent meal before you go. If you are afraid of appearing rude or just weird then pretend to eat, noone will notice we're all as a race completely obsessed with ourselves. FORK BUFFET??!! Tee hee. Run for the hills Claire. As you have gone public with your weight loss goals see http://thiswomanislosingit.blogspot.com/ then I will say this. Don’t eat a thing. Not one morsel. Those things are empty calorie nutritional nightmares laden with fat and sugar and God knows what else leaving you with an insulin slump and a fridge binge at midnight (I know I’ve been there). Eat a decent meal before you go. If you are afraid of appearing rude or just weird then pretend to eat, noone will notice we’re all as a race completely obsessed with ourselves.

]]> By: Claire http://julesritter.com/2009/09/bon-appetit/comment-page-1/#comment-6528 Claire Tue, 08 Sep 2009 14:45:15 +0000 http://julesritter.com/?p=1835#comment-6528 Your blog today is making me anxious about an impending 'fork buffet' on Friday night up at Edinburgh Castle. I loathe eating standing up because I usually end up wearing more of the food than eating it (which is such an awful waste!) Given the venue, though, I guess if I fail to manage with my fork, I can always improvise with a handy sword and shield. Oh and a suit of armour should do as a bib! Wish me luck! PS. The weapons could also be useful if the company's dull. Oh the lot of archaeologist's wife ... Your blog today is making me anxious about an impending ‘fork buffet’ on Friday night up at Edinburgh Castle. I loathe eating standing up because I usually end up wearing more of the food than eating it (which is such an awful waste!)
Given the venue, though, I guess if I fail to manage with my fork, I can always improvise with a handy sword and shield. Oh and a suit of armour should do as a bib! Wish me luck!

PS. The weapons could also be useful if the company’s dull. Oh the lot of archaeologist’s wife …

]]> By: jules http://julesritter.com/2009/09/bon-appetit/comment-page-1/#comment-6489 jules Sun, 06 Sep 2009 03:30:57 +0000 http://julesritter.com/?p=1835#comment-6489 Oh yes the dinatoire hell. I can't remember who (whom?) but a famous socialite once said that she never ate standing up and I have to agree with her. The apéro dinatoire is the epitome of pretension. Oh yes the dinatoire hell. I can’t remember who (whom?) but a famous socialite once said that she never ate standing up and I have to agree with her. The apéro dinatoire is the epitome of pretension.

]]> By: Bolton bap http://julesritter.com/2009/09/bon-appetit/comment-page-1/#comment-6461 Bolton bap Fri, 04 Sep 2009 16:41:24 +0000 http://julesritter.com/?p=1835#comment-6461 It seems to me that the 'more refined one thinks one is' the more the contact with food becomes sterile and distant. Using a fork to mop up the leftover sauce is like eating an ice lolly with the wrapper on or using a condom. My husband was a home-help during one of his university summer vacations and one of his jobs was to cook meals. For one old lady he made Spaghetti Bolognaise which she found very difficult to eat. Getting increasingly frustrated she stopped, put down her cutlery,pushed up her sleeves and ate the whole lot with her hands dangling the spaghetti over her tilted mouth before she took a mouthful. My husband always says he's never seen anyone enjoy their food more than she did. A few years ago we were invited to an 'Aperitif Dinatoire' which we left starving and exhausted. Starving because everything was nibble size and exhausted because it was the kind of evening where you had to 'work the room' in order to talk to anyone. I would have been so happy with a plate of sauce to mop up with some bread! It seems to me that the ‘more refined one thinks one is’ the more the contact with food becomes sterile and distant. Using a fork to mop up the leftover sauce is like eating an ice lolly with the wrapper on or using a condom. My husband was a home-help during one of his university summer vacations and one of his jobs was to cook meals. For one old lady he made Spaghetti Bolognaise which she found very difficult to eat. Getting increasingly frustrated she stopped, put down her cutlery,pushed up her sleeves and ate the whole lot with her hands dangling the spaghetti over her tilted mouth before she took a mouthful. My husband always says he’s never seen anyone enjoy their food more than she did.
A few years ago we were invited to an ‘Aperitif Dinatoire’ which we left starving and exhausted. Starving because everything was nibble size and exhausted because it was the kind of evening where you had to ‘work the room’ in order to talk to anyone. I would have been so happy with a plate of sauce to mop up with some bread!

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