All righty!
I just finished scarfing down a grilled, medium rare, quarter pound, grass-fed, angus ground beef (no hormones or antibiotics added!), cheese burger; loaded with sweet onions, home-grown tomatoes and lettuce, mustard, ketchup and mayo on a (Northern Ca.) Dutch Crunch roll with a freshly picked ear of white corn smothered in butter!
And I’m thinking that I sure as hell hope my doctor doesn’t read this week’s posting on my blog.
Cazzo!
My Buddha belly has gone berserk and is totally outta control.
I happened to be listening to Dr. Oz’s T.V. show today, while I was doing my daily wifely chores, and heard him mention something about asparagus being a really good food to eat to maintain weight (or some such health nonsense).
For some reason, though, my Buddha belly and I couldn’t get our head around grazing on a grilled asparagus sandwich, minus the Dutch Crunch roll and cheese, when we were already salivating on the strong possibilities of devouring a grilled, quarter-pounder, encapsulated in Havarti cheese, bedded-down on a Dutch Crutch roll.
No siree, Bob!
I may be from health-conscious California, but don’t be messing with my angus fed, cheese burgers.
I don’t care what people claim – a vegetarian/soy burger is not the same as a grass-fed, angus cheese burger!
And besides, People, if you really think about it, isn’t the grass (as in grass-fed angus beef) considered a type of vegetable?
MY logic certainly says it is.
It’s green.
It grows from the ground.
And individuals, on occasion, have been known to fertilize it.
Sounds like a vegetable to moi!
Now understand, People, I have no problem eating asparagus.
I just don’t personally view it as a suitable substitute for a grilled cheese burger.
Once I figured out, years ago, that the odiferous after effects of eating said vegetable weren’t indications of some God-forsaken weird disease, especially concocted for curing closeted homosexuals teaching special needs children in Northern Ca, I actually started to enjoy the veggie – as long as it had a titch of mayo on it.
It wasn’t until years after I left upstate New York, and had one of my first teaching jobs in inner-city Oakland, that I naively discovered the lovely attributes of said vegetable.
As I was apprehensively walking out of our classroom bathroom, one day, after lunch, my loyal, and highly astute instructional assistant, says, “Girlfriend, you look like you’ve been rode hard and hung up to dry! Wuz up?”
“Well,” I reluctantly and ever-so-anxiously start, “I don’t know how to delicately say this, but my urine has the most peculiar smell to it, and I’m not too sure what to make of it.”
“I think something is wrong – something is SERIOUSLY WRONG with me,” I emphatically continue.
Uh-Hun.
At this point, Lea Joy is doubled-over, coughing with laughter, while I’m skeptically staring at her with a raised left eye-brow that says, “Woman! Have you lost your mind, today?!”
Still laughing, but aware of the fact that I’m earnestly concerned with the situation, she slowly and thoughtfully composes herself, and says to me, “Girrrllll! This one of those peculiarities that’s special to YOU, or are all white people from upstate New York one tit short of an utter?!
Did I tell you that Lea Joy was a transplant from the South and had an uncanny ability, at times, to make an otherwise intelligent woman look (and feel!) quite stupid?
Yes-siree, Bob!
“Din’t you just eat some spare-gus with your lunch today?” she continues between fits of laughter.
Un-Hun!
I learned a lot, that first year, working with Lea Joy in inner-city Oakland.
And I’ll always…..always be grateful and indebted to this dear, dear woman for taking on one, very naïve, dumb, (highly educated!) white woman from Upstate New York.
Have a great week, People, and may your day be filled with the joy and laughter that comes from knowing you may be one tit short of an utter, but thank goodness you’re not ME!
Catch ya next adventure, looking at life from my shoes!
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