In a time of fast food and gas station hot dogs, people seem to have forgotten what real health food is. People eat so much crap that when they eat something that is natural and unprocessed their bodies actually don’t know what to do. If a smoothie is all it takes to get you going, you don’t have enough fiber in your regular diet.
There are many reasons I love my life as it is. One of them is that my cooking doesn’t need to impress anyone other than me. I am easily impressed.
The last date I went on was a lunch date. I knew things were going to be bad when he asked me where I wanted to eat and then started spouting out the lunch specials of every restaurant downtown and anouncounced that $8 was rather expensive. We meet at the restaurant and after some extremely awkward silence and conversation about invigorating topics, like what types of plates are the best to hold beans, our food arrives. It’s at this moment that I realize my date has a very large mouth. Much like a bass. It could double as a kiddie pool. You could swim Olympic laps in it. His food did, and his hinged bassmouth gave me a full view of the race all the way until his food reached the finish line. He was probably a really nice person, but nice doesn’t make up for a bassmouth.
Fajitas are so yummy but the good ones have one huge issue. No matter what you do, if you order sizzling fajitas (the fun kind that steam off of the fiero) you end up smelling like fajita all day. While I understand how that could be a huge turn on, it just doesn’t do anything for me.
Hello eating better in 2009, buh-bye old friend mayonnaise. 
