Monday, May 13, 2019

GREEN AND GOOD FOR YOU

Having dutifully experimented with all kinds of healthier eating, I conclude that lettuce is evil, and Americans are mostly out of their minds, and likely blotto, when they claim they like it. The damned leafy scraps get wedged in one's teeth, right between the back molars, and are the very devil to pry out. Cantonese people like to sauté the stuff, and drizzle stock and oyster sauce on it, but they counteract its sleep-inducing qualities with gallons of tea.
Proving that that nasty stuff needs help.

Packaged salads? Nuke 'em in the microwave. Then add hot sauce, pepper, and lemon juice, and they become quite edible.
Still full of lettuce, though.

Made interesting by adding meats, croutons, cheeses.
In lieu of the anchovies which can't be found.

One of my co-workers, asked by a visitor if she was pregnant a month ago, has taken to eating even healthier. Spinach shakes. Kale shakes. Carrots.

Spinach. Kale. 'Rots.


ALL OF WHICH TASTE EXCELLENT SAUTEED WITH BACON!


And a touch of garlic, ginger, chilies.

Salad. It's the most severely punishing Protestant dish in America. And like everything in that category, beneficial to the bowels while chastising to the soul. The edible version of a severe beating with birch rods. Cook it, then dump it in the blender, along with two or three rashers of fried bacon.
Call it a protein shake afterwards.

"What are you drinking?"

"A protein shake. It's good for yoga."

I'm wondering what's for lunch tomorrow. Day off, time to eat real food. Going to head into Chinatown, probably dine at a chachanteng.
Maybe steamed fatty pork with dried oysters.
Chicken and salt fish fried rice.
Raw lettuce is torture.




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