To which I can add only, “Awesome.”
America, when it comes to food, you’re kinda messed-up. I should know… I’m one of millions of food-obsessing, calorie-counting, bacon-adoring goofballs who contributes more or less equally to purveyors of fitness equipment and makers of artisan cheeses. And after years of struggling, ultimately I’m good with that.
What makes me a little crazy, though, are those occasions — and there are lots of them — where perfectly good food is made bad by wanton disregard for the outcome. Like salmon (good for you!) poached in butter (bad for you!). A big pile of just-picked garden greens dosed liberally with Caesar salad dressing. A baked-potato smothered in sour cream. Or, for those who’ve given up altogether, the bacon explosion.
Air-popped popcorn has 31 calories per cup, no fat, 6 grams of carbs and 1 gram of good-for-you fiber. It’s also not worth eating as it tastes rather like dusty styrofoam. Fortunately, there’s a reasonable middle ground. (Thanks, Alton.)
Wow… November, huh?
I mean, I’ve managed to go without updating Bloggle for a while at a time, but this is a stretch even for me.
I had the best of intentions, of course. And it’s only on the occasion that I picked up…
Have I mentioned that I’ve been stupid busy lately?
I was certain I had, but… you know. Memory. Goldfish. Mad Cow. Mooooo. Regardless, I haven’t yet forgotten I’m supposed to be writing something here from time to time.
Let’s see… my last post…
Herself and I had a too abbreviated experience in Vancouver, owing to a increasingly typical SNAFU on the part of United Airlines — %&#$!%, United! — which left us in Chicago for, oh, some 24 hours longer than we’d planned. (Chicago, you…
Firstly, to all who’ve kindly expressed their well-wishes about Jessie, online and offline and in real space, thank-you. And while, yes, I *did* consider (for about 0.002 seconds) writing an, “All I Need to Know About Life I Learned From My Dog”…
Yesterday our time with Jessie — our lovable, neurotic and blind golden retriever — came to its inevitable end.
For some while my wife and I have known it was nearly Jessie’s time… that the discomfort of living with glaucoma was reaching the…
This last is a tip from Lifehacker, and it’s a winner. Herself did this last year, and we both found it useful.
Bloggle is the online playground of Doug Cadmus, a usability guy, writer, photographer and sometime dramatist who moved to Vermont for the coffee. When not writing, reading or walking his old, blind golden retriever, he roasts coffee in his garage and is the Web Guy for Green Mountain Coffee in Waterbury, VT.
