Annie and I have finally got ourselves organised into going for day hikes together and today we did a good 20 kms around a section which translates as the Fairytale Path. The Brothers Grimm came from this area and if the tourist board can whack the description Fairytale onto something then they do; the fairytale road, fairytale path, fairytale cafe, fairytale museum, fairytale launderette. You get the picture. Anyway, when I do a full day walking I don't take sandwiches because there's nothing worse than some sweaty, soggy sandwich that's warmed up in your rucksack and instead I take mixed fruit and nuts, chocolate and water. Annie brought rice cakes and raw carrots and refused my offer of nuts and chocolate without actually shuddering, but there was a vague look of distaste on her face.
Apart from her eating habits Annie is actually a great person to spend a day with; she's very talkative, has lots of interests, is well travelled, is witty and can explain American politics to me in an entertaining fashion. It's only when she gets onto the subject of food that she becomes as dull as can be. Actually, that's not strictly true because she can be interesting in talking about food generally, it's when she talks about what she eats that my heart sinks. Today she was talking to me about corn syrup and how it's added to a lot of American foods, particularly within the fast food and ready meal/prepared foods industry. It was quite interesting hearing about this, the effects on weight and health (Annie has a strong science background). Somehow this conversation moved into me talking about pizza and the following conversation took place.
Annie: No, we never eat pizza – it's the wheat.
Me: Oh, yes, of course. We don't eat pizza a lot (rapidly back peddling at this stage and worrying that I sound like trailer trash). In fact, we haven't eaten pizza for at least 2 months and I made that pizza and it had lots of good things on it.
Annie: Yeah, but the base had wheat?
Me: Possibly. That's on a need-to-know-basis.
Annie: Yeah. Wheat for the crust – it's just so much empty calories.
Me: But it tastes really good?
Annie: Yeah, sure, but once you get over that what's the point?
Indeed. What is the point? What is the point of eating something that tastes nice, that you might enjoy, that makes you feel good?