I don’t blame him, Sparky lives in the moment.
I made a batch of cocktail meatballs yesterday. Since it’s Thanksgiving, I gave Sparky a meatball this morning after his morning toilet. He isn’t even done licking the juice off of his snout, when he is wondering what I’ve done for him lately.
For decades, every Thanksgiving, one of NPR’s founding mothers, Susan Stamberg, would give her “Mama Stamberg’s Cranberry Relish” recipe. It wasn’t interesting, but like a batty aunt telling a boring story about the time her husband wore bowling shoes to Christmas mass, she retells the story every year. Everybody feigns interest, and nobody complains, because it’s your batty aunt, and she’s earned the privilege
Two things have changed since last year.
Effect of cocoa flavanol supplementation for the prevention of cardiovascular disease events,
I’ve been buying this nutritional supplement from Aldi for years.
Cocoa extract supplementation did not significantly reduce total cardiovascular events among older adults but reduced CVD death by 27%.
Finally, nutritional science has some good news. The study looks legit.
The study was conducted by Brigham and Women’s Hospital. There were 12,666 women over 65 years old, and 8776 men over 60 years old in a double-blind, placebo controlled study. A 27% reduction in death by cardiovascular disease is substantial.
It’s apple picking time, and Sparky isn’t excited. Sparky is concerned for my safety because I am climbing a ladder wearing crocs.
While making split pea soup, I’m watching The Conjuring. The movie is super-creepy. A carrot this twisted, may be possessed by an entity who once walked the Earth, but not in human form. The movie doesn’t specifically mention demonically possessed vegetables, but why take chances?
Sparky has every reason to think that good things are coming his way. Poor dog, it’s not going to work out this time.
CNN: Cracker Barrel stock tanks after unveiling a controversial logo change
This Cracker Barrel controversy doesn’t make any sense to me. Coincidentally, that puts me in agreement with Cracker Barrel’s target market.
I’m hungry. And lazy.
Everybody makes a big deal about cooking a brisket, so I wanted to give it a try.
WSJ: My Digestive Tract Flunked a Health Test. Here’s How I’m Coping.
That is a photo of the journalist’s new-and-improved breakfast. It’s the worst looking thing I’ve ever seen. It doesn’t look like food. It doesn’t resemble anything. If it didn’t have the white stuff, it might resemble a scat salad. Mouse turds mixed with deer shit, with other animals contributing.
It’s supposed to be fruit, half of a granola bar, chia seeds, almonds and Greek yogurt.
Why would anyone eat that for breakfast? Just have black coffee and a cigarette, and live free.
How would anyone eat that? Put some yogurt on a spoon, and roll it in the mouse turds. Or mix it all together and eat a small bowl of disappointment.
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