Feenin For: Trader Joe's Jasmine Pearls green tea

Ahem - from the learned likes of Urban Dictionary:
feening
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To contain a strong desire for something that satisfies something deep inside, typically a bad habit. Usually tends to be either drugs, cigarettes or chinese food.
At 3:30 AM I was feening Grand Chau Chow, because "the salty crispy shrimp is real finger-lickin but they also have the best sesame chicken!"
feen pheening pheneing feening feene by Steven the Rat May 13, 2006 share this

What better way to describe that feeling of wanting your new foodish love thing?

Right now I am feenin for... ("feeeeennnaaaaann...")

Trader Joe's Jasmine Pearls green tea!

Wow - this stuff makes an amazing cup of tea. Almost overly floral, but in a great way and I love that it's more jasminey and not super matchay. That jasmine scented steam rising from the cup and collaborates and shit with your nose and really awesome things happen. (that is not the way that the Fearless Flyer would have described it, of course, but what-ev-a...) I've added bags to my bath and steeped myself - awesome.

And I'm planning on using it as a base for cupcakes....

From Campbell's Cream of Mushroom soup to a puree of local wild mushooms

Well, kind of FROM that scrumptiously canned, oddly gelatinous mushroom jelly to that also scrumptious delight of "now" - and the effort to eliminate processed foods in general.

But, although I would like to proudly say that my life has moved from the first to the second in a very evolved way, the dirty truth is that I would probably mix the fancy mushroom stuff with the "nasty" (hey-don't judge. we don't judge here. except for the shit that we judge...) stuff and do so with delight and enjoy every bite. (ooh - over mashed potatoes. no - chevre mashed potatoes, because even though I still can't pronounce that crap properly, it is amazing. dude - why am I even here typing instead of making that right now? )

So what does all of this fungal babble say about me? That I'm hella conflicted - conflicted as a mofo. I live in an age where I know, truly know with all sense of intellect, that most of the food joys of my childhood - from McDonald's all the way down to corn burritos at the Foster Freeze AND the soup and a whole bunch of other crap that I would love to eat every damned day - is FUCKED UP. Like really fucked up.

So fucked up that I had to have my gall bladder removed earlier this year. I mean, hell, you only even GET so many organs, so losing one is really not that cute.... meaning I'm constantly trying to walk a line between gluttony and something like veganism - which ends up making me want a bacon covered tofu dog or something, which is not helpful at all really.

So I guess this babble all collected will be my personal food manifesto - my foodiefesto - a gathering of lust for food past that I will sometimes consummate, lust for food present as I wander the glorified halls of my new fancy mega Whole Foods http://www.chicagotribune.com/features/food/chi-0520-whole-foodsmay20,0,7310357.story and lament for...I don't know, I bunch of shit - remember, I said I was conflicted. I currently lament that my child is dope-like hooked on Vitner's nuclearly hot crunchy "kurls"...