Sunday, November 2, 2014

Three Quarts of Milk vs. One Bowl of Rice

Ever since I could remember, I have been told that I am extremely lucky to have a roof over my head, food on the table, and clean clothes to wear. Yet, I still find myself constantly complaining about the quality of my life. Thus, when Pecola was literally shunned by Mrs. MacTeer (not even her own mother!) for drinking three quarts of milk (not even one gallon!), I was reminded of a certain event in my own childhood.

Long, long ago, in the primitive year of 2006, an ignorant and foolish young girl named Angela Chen utterly despised food and the concept of eating altogether. "Dinner is ready" were words she looked upon with utmost contempt, and every bite she took was a direct violation of her personal moral code. One day, after her father retreated upstairs, leaving her to finish her uneaten bowl of rice all alone, she decided it was time to rebel. With the help of her soft fuzzy socks, she silently slipped out of her seat, and with one agile flick of the wrist, dumped the entire contents of her bowl into the trash can (don't worry, she covered the evidence with a slightly crumpled, totally convincing "used" napkin). Her father would never know.
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Unfortunately, young Angela failed to account for the fact that "finishing" an entire bowl of rice in 10 seconds is in no way believable, given her history of eating at a slower-than-snails pace. In less than ten minutes, her father was downstairs, open trash can before him, Chinese words of censure firing from his mouth. "Unappreciative," he said. "Spoiled," he said. "Shameful," he said. "How ridiculous," thought young Angela.

Ridiculous, indeed. Now, eight years later, I can't help thinking...what would Pecola have done if she were in my shoes? What would Pecola have given to have that full bowl of food all to herself? She surely wouldn't have thrown it all away without a second thought. So now that I've long since outgrown my food-hating phase (and entered into a food-vacuuming phase,) it would be nice if I could go back in time to give young Angela a small dose of common sense.

6 comments:

  1. Hi Angela! I totally relate to you with the hatred of eating when I was a child, but we all know that that is not the case today. This was an interesting connection because the two situations contradict. Your use of diction really brought life into this blog!

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  2. Angela,
    This was such an interesting anecdotal narrative! I have definitely been in a similar situation, and consequently when I think about wasting food I always hear the "粒粒皆辛苦" saying, and to this day I feel guilty when wasting food, thinking about how my food could be appreciated so much more by less fortunate people.

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  3. Angela,
    I loved your anecdote! I think I've probably avoided eating certain things as well and my parents have always reminded me that there are always people less fortunate than me. This post showed me that people really should appreciate what they have even if it is something as small as food.

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  4. Hi Angela! I really liked how you told a tale of your childhood relating to The Bluest Eye. It gives a story that we Troy people can relate to!!

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  5. Angela, I can honestly say that i have done the same thing a few a times. I myself have gotten the spoiled and ungrateful speech. Nice job relating The Bluest Eye to your own life experiences.

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  6. Angela, I always love reading your posts. You have such originality and courage to expose yourself and your past. Your anecdotes about your childhood and the things you did (like the yellow facebook page) are so interesting, I really wonder what it would have been like to be your friend when you were at that age. I can say that I have dumped out my food plently of times before in the past as well. As guilty as I felt, it would always felt better knowing that I wouldn't have to eat dreaded vegetables.

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