This is like a Common Sense 101 class for the socially and educationally inept (me), taught by various shades of Capt. Obvious (all of you)
I've always thought there was something odd with plastic. I knew at a very young age that the bits of plastic in and on my backpack and the plastic spoons in the school cafeteria didn't not come from the earth, and that they couldn't possible go into the earth like the 'wrappers' on my banana and orange, without creating something too horrid for my little mind to comprehend, much less name.
I just don't go out to restaurants to eat. It used to be because of my severe germ/dirty-stranger-hands/public-toilet phobia, but it is rapidly turning into a much bigger reason. I want to be the one who handles my food, and I want to know Exactly what is going into the dishes I consume, and I want to be the one in control of my portion size. I want to choose what to cook my food with, and what parts of the food are used.
I happened to be along with my parents when they stopped at a Panera Bread today, and I did have an ice tea with lemon, but I did not eat anything there. I chose to eat an apple on the way to their house instead.
There is something creepy about hundreds of people, most of whom do not know each other, all standing in lines to order food made by other strangers, waiting in line to pick up a tray of food, it's origins unknown, sitting in extreme close proximity at tables that are crawling with germs and bacteria, dumping their trash, and leaving. Only to repeat the process in a few hours' time.
Maybe it's just me, maybe it's not. Maybe this entire "dining out" thing is fucked up on levels unseen.
Maybe I am craving that Family Dinner idea, but I tend to think there is more fucked up with the food system, than there is fucked up with me.