"an organic oddysey" or, "not another goddamn food blog"

Some time ago, I heard about Fresh Option Organic Delivery, or FOOD. At the time, I was living at home with my family, and when I brought the service up as a potential method of encouraging us to eat more fruits and vegetables, I was shouted down at the family meeting. Now that I've been living in my own place with a roommate for nearly six months, I am completely in control of purchasing all my own food. Naturally, this has consisted of a lot of pizza, fast food, overpriced and underwhelming take-out salads, processed foods, and, of course, liquor.

Last week, after scrubbing the grisly remains of yet another vegetable of mysterious origins from the bottom of my crisper, I had an epiphany. (This epiphany is approximately 3-5 years behind the times, but as my beloved hometown of Winnipeg tends to be stuck in a 5 to 10-year time warp at any given time, I hope you'll forgive me for being late to the party.) This epiphany consisted of the following important realisations:

1. Wasting food is stupid,
2. Eating bad food all the time is stupid, and,
3. Wasting money on bad food is really stupid.

I already knew these things. In fact, my mother did an admirable job of instilling them in me as core values when I was a child. But somehow, in the midst of this McDonalds and Jack Daniels-fueled post-adolescent Bacchanalia I call my early 20s, I got trigger happy with my debit and credit cards and forgot that I love food, real food, and that the consequences of the choices I make now will follow me well into the rest of my life.

Assuming I don't get hit by a bus tomorrow, of course. Which, well... I don't really want to assume that I'm going to get hit by a bus tomorrow.

And so we arrive at the UNCONSTRAINED, UNREALISTIC VOWS portion of this blog post!

I've signed up for FOOD. The Roommate and I will be getting a small bin (an amount designed for 1-2 omnivorous people) delivered every Wednesday, starting January 27th. I intend to ensure that we eat every item. I intend to blog the results, be they triumphant, incompetent, depressing, or just plain disgusting, because I wasn't using this blog for anything, anyway. Hopefully no one will read this and judge me, aside from the omniscient unsleeping eyeball of The Internet, to whose judgment I am already well accustomed.

Let's see what happens.

PS: Smothering tasty vegetables with lots of butter and/or cheese still counts as healthy, right? Right?