I don't like being a food sleuth, but sometimes ya just gotta do the right thing, especially when the foodie folks try to switch us on to more healthful dining habits.
I'm sorry, but I intend to die unhealthy and happy in my choices as opposed to dying healthy, wondering what cream cheese really tastes like on lemon meringue.
The bride is attempting to move me toward a healthy dining regime. I'm not buying in just yet. She's tried little kitchen tricks before, but my taste buds have saved my bacon, if you will, in the past, and I expect they will in the present and future.
The other day there was an idea to prepare marinated chicken on rice with spinach. That sounded great until it was proposed we try the recipe sans the actual chicken. The response was negative.
Years ago, she attempted to foil my taste buds with a tofu burger that pretended to look and be like a real burger. I ate one to be polite and preserve the marriage. Recipe was never repeated.
It's not always about healthy choices either, sometimes it's just fun stuff she tries. Like the day we hosted a party and she presented a couple of platters of chicken pieces for our guests. One of our guests was an experienced hunter and wild meat consumer who proclaimed after his second bite that "this isn't chicken, it tastes more like rabbit."
She was foiled again. One guest refused to dine on any meat offerings for the rest of the evening. But it was a good joke, except the punch line was revealed too quickly.
Don't get me wrong dear diary, the bride is a fabulous cook and baker. But when her preparation trends toward the traditional, I cast a wary eye toward the oven when she states emphatically that it's a beef pot roast. I know better, she's not interested in cooking pot roasts I am. I can't prepare tandoori chicken with dal. She can. So I know when she's bluffing for the sake of healthy choices. I hate healthy choices. I also hate being stupid, but what can you do about it without hiring a tutor?
As GaGa said, I was just born this way. Or at least I'd like to think my sketchy eating habits were a natural evolution.
Hey, I was reading the other day about a neat lottery they have in Portugal. They have draws every Thursday with the winners getting new cars. The draws are based on receipts customers get for purchases they have made during the week. I don't have the details, I suppose the name is attached to the receipt copies and they're put in a barrel and away they go.
What this does is pretty well eliminate the underground businesses. You know those things you get done and no receipts are provided and the price is lower than what the guy in the store can offer you because he pays employees, EI, WCB and taxes?
According to the article, this weekly raffle has added $800 million Euros annually to the Portuguese economy, so everyone benefits, even the former underground economy participants. And everyone who buys something gets a chance to win a car.
