I remember this saying from back in high school. I sat eating apples with a really great guy. Then some bully strutted over and said to my friend, "You are what you eat!"
"What does that mean?" I asked.
"He's eating a fruit isn't he! That makes him a fruit."
The bully walked away, eating a fat boy and I should have yelled at him, "You're an idiot--look what you're eating."
But instead I stayed silent, trying to convey--with my eyes--how sad I felt for my friend the apple-lover.
So what is it with food? Does it have power over who we are? Should I study everything I've eaten instead of my astrological sign? Is there a reason I was silent about the Fat Boy, is it because I love chicken?