Showing posts with label processed food. Show all posts
Showing posts with label processed food. Show all posts

Saturday, July 12, 2008

Cat Blog Day

Thisbe on the desktop.


Ah, the cats, those rascals! Annie escaped from the confines of the house many times, because one of the guests just couldn't remember to shut the door properly. Annie is an escape artist. She sneaks outside and eats grass and contemplates nature for a while. Then someone catches her and hauls her back indoors.

Thisbe is still refusing the high-priced cat food from the vet that she chomped down until the latest bag. Something is obviously different. Annie didn't like it either but has given up the nose-in-the-air business and is scarfing it eagerly. So now in addition to the vet's high-priced kibble, we buy Fancy Feast which has a fancy price. Only the flavors "in gravy" will do.

Thisbe made peace, kind of, with our small guest and did not charge under the bed on sight, even allowed herself to be petted sometimes.

Guest is now gone and Thisbe is out and about the house, begging for catnip, begging for moist food at noon. Ha! Ha! Lots of luck Thisbe. We think you look great with your new waistline and you seem a little more playful, too, not having all that lard to lug around.

Maybe this is why people lose considerable weight on those diets where you have to buy the food. Let's face it. How good could frozen dinners really taste? So the dieters eat less and less and of course lose weight. When the folks where I formerly worked brought the diet meals in for lunch, I would also ask, "how is that?"

The answer was invariable, "it's O.K.," which meant it was edible and would stave off hunger, but that was all. It's O.K. Never a compliment. Reading the ingredients alone was a horror show. Meat Product?

Once I ate Weight Watchers macaroni and cheese and it tasted like it had soap in it. Was nowhere near O.K. Gross is more like it.

Many kids who grew up in households with convenience and prepared foods that are half-chemicals have no palate and would not know real food if they ate it. Pathetic and sad. Once I read answers that people now grown had given when asked, "what, if anything, do you still hold against your parents?" and one man answered, "they never served butter. They never told me about butter."

So don't be one of those parents who hand out the frozen pizza and chicken fingers. Cook real food. Make your kids help. Start the day with fresh fruit and whole grains and scrambled eggs with chives.

That was a pretty long rant. Will rant for pay. Will rant for free. Will rant for any reason.

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Wednesday, October 24, 2007

A Geek Again

So, I'm taking an HTML class and redoing my website from A to Z. It had been so long since I had dabbled in HTML that I decided more learning (or in this case re-learning) was indicated. I've spent a couple evenings working on the site, and it's so much fun, and in total one gets the fun of technology, and writing, and creative design all in one package. Happy as a pig in you-know-what. Of course there will be a link to this blog.

It's time to learn how to do style sheets, but that looks a little more complicated than straight HTML tags. Have to walk before I can run.

In the fall, when the weather cools, Thisbe returns to the foot of the bed. Last night I stretched my foot and encountered cat, who retaliated by sinking claws (gently, if that is possible) into intrusive foot. But today is not cat blog day.

Abondigas soup was good but not fantastic. We are trying to cut down on salt which has a certain down side to it, i.e., flavor. I was horrified to find a favorite store-bought pasta sauce contained (this is 1/2 cup mind you) 79% of the day's recommended salt. Yikes! Processed foods are salt mines, esp. salad dressing, mac and cheese. Break out the Mrs. Dash!

And suck it up, of course, or in the case of soup, slurp it up.

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