I like food.
I don’t want to turn on my TV or come online in the morning and learn what’s going to kill me.
I don’t want to hear that favorites like eggs and coffee are bad for me only to be told later they are healthy.
I don’t want to hear about salmonella, E. coli, trichinosis, mad cows or mercury.
I don’t want to know the effects of red wine on my heart. I don’t like the taste of red wines.
I don’t want to know how many calories are in a large combination pizza.
I can do without reports about fppd-processing plants filled with roach and rodent droppings.
I don’t want to see a morning show chef prepare a recipe which calls for 47 ingredients unavailable west of Bangkok, Thailand.
I don’t want to know if I am meeting half my fiber needs before lunchtime.
Lobster and popcorn are useless to me without the appropriate melted butters.
I like salad with my salad dressing.
The only way to eat chicken or pork chops is fried.
I turn 67 this month, and a lifelong intake of Snickers candy bars has not “rotted” my teeth.
Like Jane Fonda, I’ve given up on returning to my Barbarella body.
My mother was the world’s best cook, and I still yearn for my favorite meal of fried salt pork, boiled new potatoes, wilted salad and cornbread. (Don’t know what wilted salad is? Fill a large salad bown with lettuce, chopped green onions – tops and greens – and sliced boiled eggs, then pour hot bacon drippins over mix and stir.)
For The Comments Zone:
What foods do you refuse to give up?