Cheeseburgers, Smarter Than My Landline, & What I’m Reading: The Flight of the Silvers

I plan to break my "vegetarian fast" one day this spring at the famous Hamburg Inn in Iowa City.

I will eat one cheeseburger during National Hamburger Month.

This place is like Wal-Mart on acid,” Hannah said.  “It’s freaking me out.” –Daniel Price’s The Flight of the Silvers

When I became a vegetarian last fall, I was disgusted with meat.  You know that manmade chicken in David Lynch’s surreal movie, Eraserhead?  The  one with creepy parts that won’t stop moving?  I ate some chicken that tasted like that.

Many months later, I can tell you that I am definitely healthier on a vegetarian diet. One day, however, I became so so vegetable-mad that I almost made pasta out of thin strips of vegetables. (See Mollie Katzen’s The Heart of the Plate: Vegetarian Recipes for a New Generation.)

“That’s really sick,” my husband said.

So I made lasagna out of real noodles.

“Where’s the hamburger?”

All right, there was no hamburger.

And suddenly, very suddenly, I wanted a cheeseburger.  One of those at the local diner that are as big as the plates.  And I want everything on it.  Mushrooms, onions, special sauce…

I wasn’t tempted by a bacon festival on the State Fairgrounds.

No, it is the cheeseburger. The cheeseburger got me the last time I was a vegetarian. One night we were at a restaurant, and I thought, F— it, I’m having a cheeseburger.

My husband, seeing my desperation, recently bought some soy hot dogs. If you leave them in the boiling water for six minutes instead of two, they taste almost like meat.

So six soy hot dogs and 300 calories later…I should have had a cheeseburger (500 or more calories) and gotten it out of my system.

In May, National Hamburger Month, I will break my veggie “fast” for a day with a cheeseburger at the Hamburg Inn.  And then I’ll be all about the omelet again.

THE FLIGHT OF THE SILVERS BY DANIEL PRICE.

I haven’t flown away on my trip yet.

But in the meantime, I have discovered the perfect airplane book:  Daniel Price’s The Flight of the Silvers.

You might not think you like science fiction, but you do.  There are many SF classics, like John Brunner’s 1968 novel,  Stand on Zanzibar.  One of the characters is named Obami, and he is a president in an African country:  no kidding.  I’m also very fond of the work of Samuel Delaney, Kurt Vonnegut, Alfred Bester, and Karen Joy Fowler.

SF is perhaps the “brainiest” genre.  Although the quality of the writing varies, the writers often have brilliant ideas, and some academics of my acquaintance have written scholarly articles and books about science fiction.

And after a trying afternoon shopping for various items for my trip, I needed science fiction.  When a clerk suggested I  buy an app for my smart phone (my what?  I don’t even have a cell phone) instead of a travel clock, I realized I was living in a futuristic dystopian novel.  I am, thank God, still smarter than my land line.

Tom on "Parks and Recreation" makes a paper iPhone after barred by a judge from using electronics for a week.

Cyberaddicted Tom on “Parks and Recreation” makes a paper iPhone after being barred from using electronics for a week.

I am reading a new SF novel, Daniel Price’s The Flight of the Silvers.  This very long pageturner is the adult equivalent of the popular Y.A. novel The Hunger Games, only with a more complicated plot.  Price’s writing is sometimes quite good, and all of it is good enough, and it is absolutely fascinating.

Flight of the Silvers by Daniel PriceAs children, Amanda Given and her younger sister Hannah are saved by apparently supernatural beings from a car wreck.  Years later, when the sky literally falls and destroys earth, they are saved for the second time, silver bracelets clasped to their wrists that form bubbles around their bodies.  Along with other members of a group called the Silvers, they are transported to a parallel Earth where they are of interest because of abilities concerning bending time.

Here is a sample of the terrifying description of the Earth’s end.

Everyone froze as a thunderous noise seized the area–a great icy crackle, like a glacier breaking in half.  Bystanders threw their frantic gazes left and right in search of the clamour until, one by one, they looked up.  The eerie sound was coming from above.  It was getting louder….

Suddenly the tallest buildings in the skyline began to splinter at the highest levels, as if they were being crushed from above.  Metal curled.  Stone cracked.  Windows exploded….The sky wasn’t just getting brighter and louder.  It was getting closer.  The sky was coming down.

Price’s characters are vivid and believable, though I will not dwell on their confusing talents:  Amanda is a nurse who dropped out of med school, and finds she has a special power to extend her hands as if in long cement gloves and (sometimes) stop evildoers; Hannah is an actress who can accelerate her person to 90 miles an hour while time seems to stand still; Zack is a comic book writer and illustrator with the ability to turn back time (so far he uses it mainly to refresh old bananas); Mia is a teenager who receives notes from her future self through a portal; David is a teenage prodigy who works with ghosts; and Theo is an alcoholic whose talents so far aren’t clear to anybody but would love a drink… as we all would if were in their position.

The Silvers flee from the giant laboratory where they’re being studied, and so far it has been an exciting road trip.

This book is pure fun.  Where do these SF writers get their imagination?  It’s the best escape book I’ve read in a while.

It’s the first of a trilogy, and I just hope he doesn’t write it too fast.  That was the problem with Suzanne Collins’ Hunger Games books.

American Veg! or Do I Mean the Turkey & I?

Barbie with turkey better picture

Barbie with turkey!

When I did not roast a turkey on Thanksgiving, there was massive discontent in my family.  They ordered pizza for supper.

I roasted a turkey on Christmas.

Turkey is a tradition.  Without turkey, there is no holiday.  I can deprive them of gifts (no gift-giving this year) and a tree, but there must be a turkey.

I became a vegetarian in September.

But being a carnivore is the American way of life.

Americans eat 270.7 pounds of meat per person a year, according to NPR–more than anyone in the world except Luxembourgers.  (And why Luxembourg I can’t tell you.)

Hormone-and-antibiotic-fed-and-shot-up meat and poultry.  Mm, mmm.  Delectable!

Being an American meat-eater can be hard on the planet.  Raising livestock has an adverse impact on the environment. Not only does it require more land, water, and energy than plants, but animal waste pollutes the air and water.

I ate some turkey on Christmas.

It was vaguely nauseating.

It was the chemical taste that turned me against meat and poultry.  (You don’t want to know what they’re feeding them.)  Suddenly I couldn’t eat confined-animal-facility-raised meat.

It has been a good health decision.  My blood pressure (always very low) has dropped 10 points, my cholesterol is finally normal, and I am in excellent physical condition.  (Fat is not necessarily unfit:  it depends on diet and exercise.)

The holiday is over.

And I will not deal with the leftovers.  I don’t like to handle meat.

I refused to make the turkey sandwiches.

I refused to make the turkey noodle casserole.

And when I gave instructions for the turkey noodle casserole, “Someone” didn’t speak to me all night.

The issue isn’t exactly turkey on the holidays.  It is vegetarianism.   Although most know vegetarianism is better for the planet, meat-eaters consider it a personal attack on themselves.

Dining out isn’t a problem.  Most restaurants have vegetarian selections, though not always good ones.  (Fast food, for instance:  McDonald’s has better options than Wendy’s.)

Dining at friends’ homes can be difficult.

You are invited to someone’s house for dinner.  Either your vegetarianism hasn’t registered, or they don’ think it’s worth bothering about, so they serve you pot roast.

You (a) explain that you are a vegetarian and create a huge scene because your hostess then becomes super-dramatic, or (b) eat the potatoes and carrots and any salad you can find on the table.

“Would you like more beef?” your hostess says.

My cousin has a theory about this.  “They hate you because you’re a bohemian bicyclist.”

“Perhaps if I were a thin bohemian bicyclist?”

“They wouldn’t like that, either.”

And on that happy note, here is a vegetarian meal for New Year’s Eve that everyone likes, Mac, Chili, and Cheese from Mollie Katzen’s The Heart of the Plate:  Vegetarian Recipes for a New Generation.