I love food so damn much I wake up thinking about all the opportunities I'll have to eat until bedtime

So, I'm back in New York, and in love with food. I have been eagerly consuming a great many comestibles that were unavailable to me on our nation's highways (and byways!)

So far I have enthusiastically ingested two Pita Grill falafel sandwiches on low-carb pitas with spicy tahini, a spring roll and a plate of veggie dumplings that I like to think are a little hippied-up and therefore healthier because they came from Williamsburg, a Burritoville burrito on a whole wheat tortilla with low-fat tofu sour cream, and a Chickpea falafel platter (whole wheat pita, of course).

I love food more than anything! I really do watch my diet, of course, but I've been doing it so long that I've really changed my tastes. I am actually disgusted by white bread, and when whole grain (or better yet, whole-grain low-carb-soy-flour) isn't available, I'll take the "wheat bread" that's actually just white bread with caramel coloring because I find it more appetizing. And I prefer low-sugar 85% cocoa chocolate (I find milk chocolate disgusting), and I've started craving black coffee (lattés just taste like cups of warm milk to me, which is really kind of infantilizing for a beverage found in the hands of so many businesspeople). And there are these amazing things you can sometimes get in the tofu/soy section of the grocery store -- spinach nuggets! They're breaded, they're nuggets, but inside ... spinach! Ohmygod, so good.

A few months ago, I was in consideration for a print ad and television commercial for a sports supplement, and I attempted to gain a few pounds for a good "before" picture. Mr. Intrepid Young Journalist laughed at me for going into the health food store on Bedford Ave. and looking for food I could "pig out on." (I left with many delicious tofu knishes, which, like much vegan fare, are healthy but carb-filled and not particularly dietetic).

On another food note, spending a week and a half on the road with my tour partner Molly led me to realize that I eat TWICE as much food as she does. I mean, I was suspicious about this. I've had boyfriends much larger than I am, and I've always seemed to need nearly as much food as they did, way out of proportion to body size.

Anyway, if I'm going to eat ten freaking pounds of food a day, I really need my burrito place to not look at me like I'm crazy when I order a riceless whole-wheat low-fat-tofu-sour-cream chicken and grilled vegetable burrito. If you want to say that's not a real burrito, I am totally fine with that. You can call it a Crazy-Chick Wrap Sandwich Conducive to Future Hotness. But really. I have needs. I really love New York.