Archive for the ‘food’ Tag

05-26-2013   Leave a comment

I love cooking, I love eating, and I also love living.  If the experts out there are correct those three things are no longer compatible with each other.  For most of my life I’ve had one group or another of so called experts explaining to me in great detail what in their opinion would shorten or end my life.  I’m not talking about guns or knives or any type of weapon but food and other consumables.

I can’t drink the water because most of it contains harmful or deadly toxins that could be fatal with extended consumption.  I can’t breath the air because it’s polluted with toxins that could give me a cancer.  Those two things are basic to all life on the earth of which there is plenty but they could kill me. Do I stop consuming them?  If I do I’ll die for sure.  A seriously flawed conundrum.

Don’t eat eggs.  They’ll cause your cholesterol to soar putting you at risk. Don’t eat bacon.  It will kill you.  No more red meat. It will kill you too.  Don’t eat too much oil. It will kill you. No sugar. It will also kill you.  No sugar substitutes. They’ll kill you too.  Stop eating salt.  It could kill you.  Drink only low fat milk.  Whole milk contains something that will kill you.  No dairy products.  They can kill you too.  Don’t eat fish or seafood. Too much mercury. Don’t eat potato chips. They’ll kill you.  No fried foods. They can kill you. No coffee. It can kill you.

Carbs are bad.  Protein is bad. Oil is bad. Salt is bad. Sugar is bad. Water is bad. The air is bad. Being fat is bad.  Being skinny is bad. Being too active is bad.  Not being active enough is bad too. Drinking alcohol is bad. It will kill you.  Smoking is evil. You will day a horrible death. Don’ eat sweets.  They have sugar and will kill you.

I guess my point is that if you never want to die you should stop doing and eating all of the above things. Wait, that can’t be right.  You’re going to die anyway.

Let’ try this.  I could become a Vegan who eats nothing but bland unseasoned organic veggies.  I’ll drink nothing but pure filtered water, wear a mask to filter the air, and never touch any food that tastes good or even looks good.  I’ll exercise just enough to keep me healthy and skinny and never consume caffeine, drugs of any kind, alcohol, or sweets.  People would praise me as someone doing things the natural way, the way things ought to be for the entire world. I’ll form research groups to reinforce my opinions and write books and sell DVD’s to become rich and influential.  I’ll then use all of my money and influence to pressure politicians to pass laws that will force everyone to be healthy.  Once the entire country has been converted then I’ll do everything in my power to convince the world.  After I’ve become the voice of reason for all things health related, I’ll live just long enough to finally die.  Just like everyone else.

All that effort and BS just to die like every other unhealthy person on the planet.  Hardly seems worth the effort to me.  Just give me a cold beer, a bag of chips, a good bacon and egg breakfast, a nice juicy salted steak with all the trimmings, and a good smoke and glass of brandy. Then I’ll be ready to die too.

I’ll rather die happy eating a banana split covered with whipped cream, nuts, and a huge cherry on top than being a stinky and unhappy dead Vegan.  If I’m gonna go I want it to be on my own terms.  It’s something called freedom of which we have very little these days.

Bon Appetite

04-05-2013   Leave a comment

I think I’m finally returning to my calm and normal self after the last two days of whining and complaining about every useless thing that was bothering me.  It appeared to be a combination of finally finishing a difficult job I’d worried about for many weeks and the normal let down after the fact. Leave it up to my better-half to figure out a perfect solution.

She returned home from work in early afternoon and immediately advised me to clean up because we we going out for a Dutch Treat dinner.  How could I possibly complain about that?  Regardless of what you might think I clean up pretty good and it wasn’t long before I was ready for my night on the town. My chauffeur pulled up in her car and off we went.

We have a number of restaurants we frequent but for me it’s all about the food.  If the food is good I can eat it sitting in the middle of a junk yard and still be happy.  I worked for many years throughout the south and became hooked on that good old down home southern food that their so famous for.  Catfish, collard greens, black eyed peas, somehow climbed to the top of my favorite foods list. No matter what northern restaurant chains claim their attempts to cook authentic southern cuisine is usually pitiful.

My all-time favorite southern dish is country fried chicken with that unbelievable white gravy and biscuits.  One of our regular restaurants has a chef who must have been born down south and stolen his grandmother’s favorite recipes. That’s where my better-half planned our dinner and I wasn’t disappointed.  The chicken was cooked perfectly and the biscuits and gravy were even better.  Throw in a serving of coleslaw and a side of mashed red potatoes with just a hint or garlic and you’ve arrived in heaven. I pigged out and cleaned my plate like a freaking vacuum cleaner.  I was fat and sassy as I downed an excellent gin and tonic to complete things.

My better-half was busy texting for few minutes and when she finished I was advised we’d be meeting some friends at another local establishment for a nightcap or two.  She actually paid the bill, left a good tip, and we were off.  We arrived at a place that is part sports bar, part restaurant, and part beach hangout in the summer. They were so busy it seemed a little like a hot summer evening with the place packed with beach people.  I said that jokingly because it’s really April in Maine and cold as hell.  Our friends arrived just as we finally were seated in our booth and we had a few drinks and a lot of laughs.  My sober designated driver delivered me safely home at a reasonable hour to end a perfect night.

The night didn’t last much longer because the better-half had a 4am wake-up call.  Fortunately she has a vacation week scheduled next week due to the anticipated arrival or her oldest son from LA. He’s in for a three day visit and that should keep her hopping and occupied for the entire week. Since next week is sure to a hectic one I plan on enjoying this weekend as much as humanly possible.

It’s been twelve hours since that  great meal and I’m still tasting those garlic potatoes. Can’t wait to do it again.