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1.31.02
Suzie,
Well, I really shoveled it in last weekend. I had steak and eggs with bacon
and fries for lunch yesterday, then more steak and potatoes for supper
followed by several selections from the dessert tray. Saturday I went to the coffee shop and the girl said that my apple fritter (of which I ate every bit) had over a thousand calories in it. Is that possible?
Henry
Henry,
What was that girl doing trying to ruin your apple fritter enjoyment? It is possible. If you really want your mind blown, let me tell you about
the Bloomin' Onions they sell at Outback.
Suzie
Suzie,
I don't know what her deal was. She volunteered the info, perhaps because she is a person of discipline and if she can't enjoy one, why should I be able to? What's wrong with the Bloomin' Onions?
Henry
Henry,
I think Safety is the new religion. People are wildly paranoid about
everything except their eternal life. Bob told me the Bloomin' Onion has over 2,000 calories and 40 grams of fat. He read it somewhere. I don't know that it's actually true, and Outback refuses to return my calls.
Suzie
Suzie,
One's eternal destiny is, oddly, the last thing on John Q. Public's mind. What's more, self-preservation is a losing battle. Guaranteed. So a Bloomin' Onion is a meal in itself. What a bargain! Did Bob tell you
this over a Bloomin' Onion?
Henry
No, afterwards. He knows I don't take kindly to having my hedonism
interrupted with facts.
Good for him - our daily lives are no place for facts. Certainly Bob has
his moments of weakness as well.
His knees buckle at the sight of a bag of Nutter Butters.
Into everyone's life a little Nutter Butters must fall. I get weak around dill pickles. It seems that I crave salt or hydrochloric acid (or whatever else is in pickles) at the end of the day, and I can eat a whole jar in front of the tube.
Well, all the garlic is good for you, and so is the vinegar. The sodium isn't, but I'm not going to mess up your hedonism with facts.
The other thing I like are green olives. Pick up a jar of olives stuffed with jalapenos - you'll be a new man.
I just bought some fancy/schmancy olives at Fresh Fields on Saturday. So yummy. But not with jalapenos. Pitted Spanish or Greek of lovely different colors. Almost too pretty to eat, really.
Few things in life can match the pleasing appearance of a green olive with
red pimiento. Little wonder they're a best seller. I think I'll have my radish and celery stick for lunch now.
Oh! It breaks my heart. Although I had a salad. Not really even "food," technically, if you ask me.
Unless it's from one of those salad bars that has chocolate pudding and
pizza.
You hit the nail on the head, Suzie. The best part of the "salad bar" is the fried chicken and Mexican buffet.
Word up, brother! I'm off for the day. I hope your afternoon is good. We're having
unseasonably warm weather and I think I'll take the dogs for a long walk, to
make up for all the pickles I'm about to go eat.
Sounds great. Take an extra lap for me.
Bye,
Henry
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