My original Gazoo takes the form of a tiny, green Christopher Kimball who hovers around the periphery whenever I use a knife, because he thinks my knives aren’t sharp enough, even when I’ve just had them professionally sharpened. He also disapproves of the way I chop onions. Tiny, green CK is an annoying presence, but doesn’t really effect my self esteem anymore. I’m used to him, and am mostly happy with my chopping skills.
But this new one: tiny, green Dr. Bernstein. He pops up whenever there’s toast or jam or—and this is happening a lot these days because they are so good and crisp right now—a third apple of the day. I wish I didn’t join the Dr. B-related Facebook group. But I can’t shoo TGDB away. Because I think his followers are right. But I don’t want to think like that. But I think I should think like that. But it’s very unappealing.
TGDB is, of course imaginary. Beyond imaginary! He is not even based on the Dr. B. book, but instead on occasional peekings-in on the Dr. B. Facebook group.
To summarize, I feel…
I should at least read the book and then decide.
I should avoid the book; I am clearly too impressionable.