The Holy Food Box

As I was writing today’s entry, I realized that I would have to explain one of the proper nouns that shows up in paragraph 4, sentence 2: “Holy Food Box.” Since the Holy Food Box is such a unique part of our daily life, I figured that I would give it its own, private entry in the annals of Big City, Small World.

The Holy Food Box sits near the entry of our apartment building. In it are various different foodstuffs that have been blessed in the Buddhist prayer services. To drive this point home, there is a little sign that says “Blessed Food from our Prayer Service. Please Take.”



One might expect the contents of the Holy Food Box to contain authentic Tibetan foodstuffs like thenthuk:
or momos:

Instead, there are holy Fritos, holy Diet Coke, and assorted holy hard candies. The other day, I ate a bag of Wise brand holy barbeque potato chips, and they gave me a holy stomach ache. Now I stay away from the Holy Food Box. I don’t trust its karma.