"Tell me what you eat, and I shall tell you what you are." --Anthelme Brillat-Savarin (1755-1826) Field Research, Part One: Sunday morning I head over to the local donut shop; an obvious attempt to forget China Factory Syndrome. I'm pretty sure this craving traces back to my days as a Catholic school girl. Every first Friday of the month, right after morning Mass, mom-volunteers set out humongous pink boxes filled with rows and rows of fresh glazed donuts. "Now boys and girls," my second grade teacher, Sister Mary Nina would say, "when you buy your donuts, don't forget the starving children in China." I felt obligated to eat my share of donuts and theirs too. I never really got the logic in it, but it turned food consumption into a philanthropic activity.
Melting Pot
Melting Pot
Melting Pot
"Tell me what you eat, and I shall tell you what you are." --Anthelme Brillat-Savarin (1755-1826) Field Research, Part One: Sunday morning I head over to the local donut shop; an obvious attempt to forget China Factory Syndrome. I'm pretty sure this craving traces back to my days as a Catholic school girl. Every first Friday of the month, right after morning Mass, mom-volunteers set out humongous pink boxes filled with rows and rows of fresh glazed donuts. "Now boys and girls," my second grade teacher, Sister Mary Nina would say, "when you buy your donuts, don't forget the starving children in China." I felt obligated to eat my share of donuts and theirs too. I never really got the logic in it, but it turned food consumption into a philanthropic activity.