The third Monday of January is decidedly Martin Luther King Jr Day. This year it fell on January 16th. Although I am Canadian, his impact and importance is not lost on me. I don’t really have the words right now to articulate what his legacy means to me and how important the work he was able to do during his short time on earth was. I can’t believe right now, in the United States, they are commemorating this brave, intelligent revolutionary on one day and inaugurating a sexist, racist potential rapist four days later. So much progress has been made yet not nearly enough.
Rest in Power, sir.
It was also National Fig Newton Day & Nothing Day.
I chose to merge the two by eating nothing but fig newtons for the entire day.
This was a terrible idea. Mostly because fig newtons, themselves, are terrible.
Duncan didn’t think so though, god love him.
Hope it doesn’t make him die.
My day started with one for breakfast. I hadn’t really ever eaten one before. Weird, I guess. They tasted as I anticipated. Like processed, packaged food. Mmm.
I brought the pack to school. I deliberated about sharing. I thought it would be a totally weird food item to present to the class.
“Hey guys, anyone want some fig newtons?”
“Gee, Jennah, you sure like fig newtons”
“No, not whatsoever”
Then having to eat nothing but fig newtons for lunch in front of them.
I also was worried about my supply. What if everyone said yes? That would deplete my ration tremendously. I imagined running out and having to go back to the grocery store to buy more just to get through the day and having the same cashier (Carlos! From Cuba!) and him remembering me buying them yesterday and him saying “Gee you sure like fig newtons!”
To him I would just say ‘yes’, though, as there’s 0% chance of him surprising me with a box at school sometime and me having to feign delight.
So I opted to keep the fig newtons, and this project in general, to myself. At least for now.
At lunch I pulled two out and ate them inconspicuously enough. That’s all I could handle.
I did have a London Fog coconut milk latte with a class mate after school though. This gave me the sustenance needed to get home and get to work on a paper about Jungian theory and the role assessment plays in it. I have no idea what I wrote and it definitely wasn’t long enough. I’ll blame it on Fig Newton delirium.
When the paper was all pumped out, a feeling of complete starvation came over me. I decided, then, to ‘celebrate’ and to break my Fig Newton fast by making myself and Christina some lovely burrito bowls. We then carried on with the celebrations by knocking back a few bottles of wine.
No more fig newtons for me, ever. Unless, like, in post apocalypse kinda situation and they are all that’s in a mystery bunker I discover and I hadn’t eaten for weeks and I’m drinking my own urine too and stuff. Maybe then.
Tomorrow though, will be National Hot Buttered Rum Day & Bootlegger Day. Sounds booze fuelled- my kinda day.