I read somewhere that man's first temptation was with food.
Hmmmm. That's right, although I'd never thought of it that way before.
Satan didn't even have to dangle double chocolate fudge brownies in front of Eve to get her to cave. He did it with a dumb old piece of fruit. Imagine what kinda shape we'd be in, ladies and gentlemen, if he'd had a brownie!
It seems we've struggled with our relationship with food ever since.
Sometimes there is not enough and people worry how they will feed their children, much less themselves.
Here, of course, there is way too much, and way too much of the bad kind.
But we are tempted. We eat it anyway. And we are a country of fatso slobs. I, myself, need to drop fifteen pounds. By drop, I mean make them disappear. With, like, you know, wishing.
We have more eating disorders than you can shake a stick at - and even those of us who do not have an eating disorder, think about, at least occasionally, how we really need to 'cut back' on some food or another. Most of us need to, want to, lose a few pounds.
Being physically disabled, I am unable to participate in a lot of exercise. Being from the South, I have a hard time not participating in anything fried.
But I am a much smarter eater than I used to be. I really don't eat many fried foods, I cook with olive oil, I eat a lot of raw green things. I don't eat as much bread as I used to, and I make my sandwiches with good old wheat bread and about half the mayo I used to eat.
I've cut out 90% of soft drinks. Only rarely do I imbibe.
But, as Scarlett O'Hara is my witness, I will nevah, nevah, give up sweet tea!
Thank you, Lord, Satan ain't from the South!
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Saturday, January 19, 2013
Man's First Temptation
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Friday, January 4, 2013
Out and About
I really should get out more.
Today I went with a friend to a neighboring town. They had a store which sells nothing (as far as I could see) but different kinds of olive oil and balsamic vinegar.
Sound boring?
HA.
Did you know there is olive oil that you can dip your fruit into? One was labeled "Three Dark Chocolate Infused Olive Oil." And this is supposed to be good for you. Lemon, honey, coconut, blackberry. I could go on. By the way, the blackberry infused olive oil was very good. It can be used for putting on ice cream and stuff.
What I wound up with was garlic infused because I could just imagine brushing that on chicken as it was being grilled.
They have these really big vats in the stores, and they let you pour a little into a cup, you dip your finger in the cup, and taste it. That way you can decide what flavor you might want to purchase. Then they pour a bottle full from the vat, seal it, label it and sell it.
The store had a lot of people shopping there. There was one little chubby boy about age ten, who was telling us which ones he thought were really good. I think he had tasted every one of them!
Now that I'm a woman about town, if you have any questions about olive oil, just give me a call. I'm sure I can answer the most important one, which is how to get to the store.
Everything else, I refer out.
Today I went with a friend to a neighboring town. They had a store which sells nothing (as far as I could see) but different kinds of olive oil and balsamic vinegar.
Sound boring?
HA.
Did you know there is olive oil that you can dip your fruit into? One was labeled "Three Dark Chocolate Infused Olive Oil." And this is supposed to be good for you. Lemon, honey, coconut, blackberry. I could go on. By the way, the blackberry infused olive oil was very good. It can be used for putting on ice cream and stuff.
What I wound up with was garlic infused because I could just imagine brushing that on chicken as it was being grilled.
They have these really big vats in the stores, and they let you pour a little into a cup, you dip your finger in the cup, and taste it. That way you can decide what flavor you might want to purchase. Then they pour a bottle full from the vat, seal it, label it and sell it.
The store had a lot of people shopping there. There was one little chubby boy about age ten, who was telling us which ones he thought were really good. I think he had tasted every one of them!
Now that I'm a woman about town, if you have any questions about olive oil, just give me a call. I'm sure I can answer the most important one, which is how to get to the store.
Everything else, I refer out.
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