I have recently discovered the comice pear, a fruit so unbelievably decadently yummy that every other sweet delicious thing I’ve eaten in my entire life pales in comparison to it — even cheesecake.
Seriously.
It’s so good that I’m not even bothered by the obvious un-localness of this fruit which has traveled all the way from the far northwest corners of this country to its final resting place in my belly. I don’t care if it came from Sri Lanka — it’s that good, damn it. And cheap, at 99 cents a pound (and considering the fact that each of these babies weighs about a pound, that’s a very good thing).
Anyway, my lust for pears lately has brought me to a line of thinking, which is that I really should be vegan again. If I can get that much pleasure from a pear (or asparagus, or cauliflower, or what-have-you), why do I need meat or dairy in the first place?
I certainly don’t, is my conclusion. But I’ve come to that conclusion before, and I always end up caving — for eggs, for Fage Yogurt, for some cheap and quick form of animal protein when I’m hungry and it’s convenient.
Anyway, before this gets off to be another grave discussion cleverly disguised as an epicurian rant, I should mention other things on my mind.
I finally was able to transfer with work and am really, truly, and finally going back Out West. To Santa Cruz, California.
My mom is helping me move out there, which promises to be an adventure in itself. I secured us lodging for a week here. I start work on the 24th and arrive in town on the 16th, which just happens to be the same day Lance arrives via Tour of California. Coincidence, or fate, I ask you? I think the fact that I am now blonde definitely makes me a Lance Armstrong girlfriend/baby mama candidate.
I’m anxious and excited (or, if you prefer to use my favorite neologism, anxcited) for the move, which has been a long time coming. I came back here, if you’ll recall, thinking that I would only be here for a week or so. More than a year has elapsed. Granted, it was a year of much-needed growth and change, but nevertheless it’s done and I need to go.
What I’m looking forward to most is a long run in the sun. I’ve deduced that the allowance for this activity takes higher priority over most other needs. I used to think I was a complex person with endlessly demanding needs and that the secret to happiness was finding a system by which to efficiently fulfill them simultaneously — a way to keep all of the balls in the air. Now I know that there are only a few things that I really need — love, sunshine, running, music, really hot showers, comice pears — and everything else, though comforting for fleeting moments, only serves to complicate.
Again, Kristy – You write beautifully. I’m gunna be a pest, with my selfish goal of getting the great american novel out of you.