About Goodies First
I first realized I had a problem in the second grade. Once, during my brief stint at a backwoods Christian school, I started to eat the dessert out of my brown-bag lunch and the entire class piped up Flanders kids-style, “She ate her goodie first!” I was humiliated (and promptly went back to public school).
Now, I’m resigned to unhealthy fixations with chain restaurants, foreign adaptations of American cuisine, and middle-aged drinking. Sometimes I cook. Sometimes I eat out. And sometimes I write about it, same as I’ve done since the dawn of the millennium.
This started as a text-only dining journal, a way to catalog my eating experiences and appease my inner librarian (my original profession). Anything service-y is likely accidental; you probably won’t find lists like the “Top 5 Hawker Stalls in Singapore” Maybe you’ll settle for some fleeting food impressions from my first visit to the city-state in 2003, then more informed takes on subsequent returns. It all adds up.
I’ve since come to terms with my goodie-loving ways, and it’s obvious that I’m a glutton for more than just punishment. Goodies first? For now, it looks like I will simply continue to embrace this misguided carpe diem one post at a time.