(Note: It's not about the fat.) Sometimes, I have found, it is easiest to choose nothing at all. For example: You are at an elegant cocktail party, and a pushy young waiter shoves a platter of bite-size delicacies (all liable to ruin your brand-new, dry-clean only dress) in your face. Rather than test his patience (and your stain-remover, back home) It is easiest to answer, "No, thanks; I've had some already." Perhaps you're at a family barbeque and a table of dishes, each prepared by a different and highly sensitive (menopausal) aunt awaits your judgment call. To avoid offending, it is often simplest to just get up and offer your seat to someone else, someone older (preferably frail), saying, "No, no, really-I insist." Or maybe, you are dancing at a nightclub with some friends from college and two equally handsome young bachelors offer to take you out afterwards for a late night bite-to-eat. Instead of having to choose one (and later wish you had gone with the other) It is often best to just tell a little white lie, like, "Sorry-I already ate." What about when you are at home on a July morning and awake before anyone else (even the heat)? And your naked body, loosely enveloped by a thin cotton robe, sits in the kitchen, whispering sweet-nothings to a wobbly old chair, while your toes dangle and drink from the wooden floor below them whatever coolness they can? And through an open window your eyes quietly take note of a snail, still sleeping, delicately coiled on the wilted petals of your mother's irises like a newborn child? And behind it, the sun rises, stoically glowing; a halo on the horizon. In such a case, on such a morning, there's a chance that your mind might still be asleep, and simply wouldn't-couldn't!-know where to begin writing, reading, or tasting that day; or even, this poem. In such a case, on such a morning, where there is simply too much to choose I have found that it is easiest to have your mouth say, politely, on your mind's behalf, "No, thank you. Today I'm really just not that hungry.
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