Where's The Food?

An ad I happened to pick up on a margin, advertises cartons of "new and improved" bits that have "real" meat in them. Now your protein bars are made with real meat. Wow! Another clip shows the  most photo-fixed female in the world, standing in front of her fridge full of goat milk  while she  boasts that her surrogate birthed children are fed meticulously on a plant diet. If I had her money I'd fill that fridge with filet mignon and champagne!  Sugar and starch are dirty words now. It's true. I have some visitors who, when I offer tea or coffee and put out a plate of cookies and sandwiches, they say,  oh I don't eat carbs. And, no sorry, to the ham and cheese spikes, they tell me  have fat in them and cow's milk. They are just recently intolerant to dairy and wheat. Well, I think to myself, all is not lost, they might like the garlic dill pickles. Alas, they can't have them either. They have given up salt. But, they all eat garlic my nose tells me. Okay, how about a cup of tea? Earl Grey? Do you have chai? Huh? I finally solved the problem and offered them bottled water. Their dazzling smiles since their implants were a delight to see. Ahem, what brand they asked? I tell them and there is a round of eyeball shiftings. Oops. They inform me about which brands are recycled in which ways and that my brand is a  no-no. As I wave bye bye finally, to this toned body set  as they jog off, in their brightly striped gym togs, I think of our conversation which was entirely about gyms, yoga, diets and cosmetic "procedures". What a shame for I had prepped myself on the latest world happenings that could have serious results. Those topics  didn't happen. I hasten to say that my friends are university grads and former professionals. They can't be called air heads. So what happened to socializing? It's all about food and no food. In fact, it seems that most of the food our folks grew up on and allowed survival, such as WWII and other times, were according to my fadfoodists entirely bad for them. As I looked critically at the contents of my fridge, I found regular potatoes and carrots and meat and lettuce and fruit and milk.  None of it was expensive or as special as their delivered weekly recipe boxes or their kid's plant diets or their no carb plans, but it surely works for healthy me. It's real food and I like nothing more than a steak and fried potatoes and a big salad with fat dressing and let's not forget some pie or cake for dessert. I'm not skinny nor fat. Nor am I starving, and thinking every moment about what I shouldn't or can't eat or how many reps I can do on a machine in a sweaty gym.  I enjoy my morning coffee while I watch the joggers ruining their joints going by and  I surely do love reading the morning news on the computer before having a happy hearty English breakfast.