Meh.....but I'm not complaining.

I can go through sixty channels on TV and find nothing to watch. I can also go to a massive buffet and find nothing to eat.

I have no idea what causes this phenomenon. If I heard someone else say this I’d think they were Thoreau-ish in a bad way….you know, “There are no boring books, only boring readers”? Maybe I’m a boring TV watcher or a boring eater.

Except I’m not. I don’t think. I think maybe there’s just a lot of junk out there. Because I know for a fact at two o’clock in the afternoon at my house, there is nothing good on TV and I know that in 95% of buffets, the food will be two shades shy of soggy cardboard.

I don’t mean to complain. In fact, I stood there surveying the buffet, uninspired at the choices and disgusted with myself. I said to my husband, “This is why people hate America. I can stare at towering heights of food and think, yuck.” But buffets are glorified school cafeteria lines, mass produced and flavorless. Which is kind of like TV, I guess. Well, summertime TV.

So I haven’t complained about the food once. Out loud. And I won’t. I recognize the blessing in sailing down the Pacific with a million choices laid out on linen draped serving tables before me. But I’ll be glad to get back into my own kitchen with a little pot of fresh herbs right outside the window, where I can whip up something fresh and savory and one of a kind. And I’ll take in the passing Alaska mountains, soak up every bit of the awesomeness, and hit the next buffet with a smile.

As for bad summertime TV…..isn’t that why they invented books?