tables, food, and words

Unfortunately, I have a really poor track record with keeping tabletops tidy. If the Madge thesaurus was ever published the only synonym for tabletop would read: really big surface that Madge covers with crap. Used in a sentence: Would you please set the really big surface that Madge covers with crap for dinner? Now let me define crap. Clothes, garment tags, loose change, miscellaneous Sharpies, bubble wrap, shoes! Part of it might have to do with the fact that we have a puppy that likes to chew things in his reach. So is that to say if we didn't have a puppy, my floor would be covered with loads of crap?

Asked, and answered. ::blush of shame::

So I've been reading food-related books lately. No reason, it just sort of happened. First, it was the memoir Trail of Crumbs. So delicious. Le author was abandoned in S. Korea, scooped up by young Americans at age three-ish, grows up in New Orleans, goes to Paris in her late teens. Then Stockholm. Then Provence. Then Paris again. All the while a self-taught cook of gourmet proportions. Hot lover of the founder of L'Occitane. Owner of a tiny poetry bookshop in Paris. I said so delicious already. But I loved it. ::satisfying book belch::

Now I'm reading In defense of food: An eater's manifesto by Michael Pollan. I haven't read his previous book, The omnivore's dilemma, but this one is bloooowing my mind. I began writing about tabletops. I wish mine was uncovered right now. Because it's time to start eating.