My life has been a veritable ‘horn of plenty.’ Everywhere I go, there’s plenty of food.

There’s food everywhere. At fundraisers, there’s food. At galas, there’s food. If someone’s running for office, the food can cost about $2000 a plate. Meetings, weddings, funerals — there’s food. We’ve laughed at the ubiquitous rubber chicken dinner. Ironically, the sport of my friends is avoiding this food as much as possible.

It’s always striking to me that almost every week I’m in rooms with very thin women avoiding baskets and baskets of food. News specials are all about avoiding food.

Yet every affair has food more lavish than the last. “Ohh,” people will say, “they had colossal shrimp, caviar in an ice sculpture, a champagne fountain.”

“How was the food,” you’ll ask them.

“Oh, I didn’t eat anything,” some skinny minnie’s say, “I’m on the grapefruit/Atkins/Zone diet.”

Yet, every day I see people begging on the side of the road, on La Brea, under the downtown underpasses, on La Cienega in Beverly Hills — begging for food. The limousine liberals not a few blocks away raising thousands of dollars for the homeless, or the disease of the week, or ‘orphaned’ children, or John Kerry — should invite these folks to eat. Surely, they wont walk by the buffet — and not eat the food. They would probably eat as least one rubber chicken dinner, maybe even enjoy the always present Caesar salad.

Children who can’t afford breakfast or lunch — eating junk food the Federal lunch program calls healthy — may like a taste. They probably wouldn’t shun dessert, or turn down the carb infused bread. It’s too bad the people who need the food can’t get it.

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