Dear readers, so much has been happening food-wise recently that it made sense to just dedicate one issue to the subject. Then too, there are a lot of basic nutrition rules I’ve learned over the years (as Dr. Reinhold Boehmke), that I simply must pass on.
I was in the gas station convenience store a while back and the guy ahead of me was buying what appeared to be his next several meals: Beanee Weenees, and Cheeto’s for dinner, Pop-Tarts for breakfast, and a 2 liter Diet Pepsi to wash it all down with. Oh, and a pack of off-brand cigarettes to enjoy after meal time. I thought, wow, here’s a guy who really has it together. In one stop he can fill up the gas tank and buy healthy and delicious food all in one convenient stop. Then last week The Princess and I went to the movies, the Mathew McConaughey movie, Mud (four stars out of five on the T.I.T. rating system), and in one scene he’s shown eating Beanee Weenees cold, right out of the can.
Alright, I’ll admit it, I’ve never eaten actual Beanee Weenees. I really like saying the words Beanee Weenee. And I’ve eaten beans and wieners, just not the real brand name thing, and certainly not straight from the can. So, out of curiosity and as a service to my readers, this week I bought some, popped the top off the can and slurped some down just the way Mathew did.
Notice how my honk almost seems to be sniffing the product in. This an advantage of the “right from the can” technique; you get the taste and a full jolt of the complex Beanee Weenee aroma all at the same time. Honestly, they were not bad, and they brought back memories I’ve my youth when the Idiotic Mom would serve up beans and wieners for lunch. For the record, the IM never bought brand name anything.
I do recommend the Beanee Weenees (3 stars out of 600) with one caution, well two. First, if you’ve got a honk like mine, pull the can back slowly, or its sharp edge will scrape your nose, and (b) I found out the guy at the convenience store didn’t just get one kind of gas that day!
The Beanee Weenees do lead into my first nutrition rule, the balanced meal. Essentially the balanced meal rule states that you can eat any damn thing you want as long as you pair it with something nutritious. So, for example, the guy in the convenience mart paired the Cheetos (bad) with the Beanee Weenees (good). Similarly, you can eat two donuts (like I did this morning) as long as you pair them with a banana. Another example, bratwurst (bad), sauerkraut (good). Cashews (bad), martini (good), what!? That’s right, a gin martini contains the juice of the juniper berry which is an anti-inflamatory. As a matter of fact, gin was initially invented as a medicine. I know this is a fact, because I read it on the internet. I often pair a scrumptious cinnamon role with a cup of oatmeal, and finally here’s one I love, Snickers bars and an apple. The two eaten together taste like a caramel apple . By the way, eggs and bacon, two bads, so not a balanced meal. That’s why I limit that one to once a week.
Mention of the Snickers reminds me of another nutrition rule: everything in moderation. This rule, also known as the “cop-out rule,” allows one the leeway to eat bad things as long as it isn’t done to excess. The Idiotic Brother takes is a step further and follows the rule: everything in moderation, “including moderation,” but I’m sorry, if you follow that one, well you might just as well not even have any rules. When moderation can’t be maintained , then drastic steps must be taken. Here’s an example from personal experience. It was after Halloween last year that I took the ill-advised step of secreting uneaten Halloween Snickers in the fridge in Gene’s garage. While working on the Pony, if “the hungries” got me, I could just grab a few bite-size Snickers and an apple (sometimes). After a while though, I noticed that the Snickers seemed to be disappearing faster than I was eating them, but then, miraculously, more would show up. It was like the biblical miracle of “the loaves and fishes.” Gene and Lynne, admitted that I had accidentally gotten them “hooked.” Moderation was completely out the window. The whole family out there was noshing on Snickers. The more we all ate, the more showed-up in the fridge.
A few weeks ago, there’d apparently been a Snickers “intervention” out at Gene’s. I was in the garage and Lynne walked in with a reinforced, lockable, minnie brief case, you know, the kind couriers handcuff to their wrists. She said hense forth I was to establish a lock combination that I was not to share with anyone at their house and place all Snickers inside. You think I’m joking, but here’s a photo of the new “Snickers stash” lock box.
Next rule: always go with a craving. This is another great rule, because it trumps all other rules. If you crave it, your body is trying to tell you, you need it, so don’t ignore it. Here’s a perfect example, and you’ll have trouble believing it, so I’ll just say right up front that “I’m not making this up.” At the physical I had last year up at Mayo, blood tests showed that I was low on vitamin B-12. After talking with my doctor back home, I started taking a B-12 pill every day. This week I got curious about B-12 and did a little research on the web. I was surprised to see that third on the list of good sources of B-12 is braunschweiger. Now remember, I didn’t know this before looking it up. Here’s a photo taken inside our freezer.
That’s all braunschweiger (well, some is liverwurst). I rest my case!
Moving on, “sell-buy” dates, a bunch of balony. Milk always goes funky if not outright bad several days before its sell-by date. Conversely, some stuff, you can totally ignore the sell-by date. Last week I was rummaging around looking for something chocolaty for desert. I found a carton of Jello brand chocolate pudding. By the way, this product gets one of the few T.I.T. 5 out of 5 star ratings. It’s easy (three cups milk and what’s in the package, stir it, boil it, chill it, and serve with lots of Redi-Whip on top) and delicious. Anyway, as I was reading those complex directions on the box I noticed the sell by date of April 28, 2011, over two years ago. Not a problem, the stuff was terrific.
A few quick notes. Vitamin D comes from donuts; the sun, I don’t think so. If that was true, you could get potassium by just looking at a banana Men, if you have “low T,” move to England. You can have “High T(ea)” every day.
And a grocery store anecdote. I was in the meat department perusing the steaks. I was looking for a small pack of filet mignon. The Princess claims this is the only beef she can eat because of her shaky teeth. Right. Anyway, I found a package with what sure looked like two filets in it, but was marked as pork and carried a price, therefore, of just $1.84. I thought what the heck, I’ll take a chance, grilled them up that night, and sure enough, they got The Princess seal of approval. But of course it does make you wonder, doesn’t it? If they can make that kind of mistake, how do you know what else their getting wrong.
Finally, chocolate, or anything with chocolate in it, always good, and as the IB would say, “Good for ya.”
And a little Pony News.
Everyone’s going to be disappointed in me, but right up front I’m going to say I spent $300 (approx) this week on something I probably should have done myself. There, it’s out there, and although I haven’t put it in the C-O-M yet, it will be in there as soon as I can get to it. Painting is really tough; I’ve done a lot of it while working on the Pony, so I know. I wanted the grill and hood to look really great, because those two items are what folks see first. So I splurged, and had a “professional” do the painting. I consciously put the word professional in quotes, because a made the guy repaint the parts twice. I won’t keep you waiting any longer.
I just set the parts in place to give you an idea of how things will look when all buttoned up, but as guilty as I feel about not doing the work myself and spending all that money, the results do look pretty nice, and it looks a little more like a tractor now than a Model T.
Have a wonderful week everyone, and thanks for reading.
