Neanderpundit

Since I’ve been making a conscious effort to minimize the refined carbs in my life and not turn into a skin popping insulin junkie I have been attempting to eat more fruit and tone down on the processed shit.

I like fresh fruit anyway, but the problem is fruit tends to have a very narrow window of usefulness, and then it’s indigestible mush.

lately, though, I have discovered something I like a good deal, just by accident.

I LOVE blueberries, and in order to get really good ones, I will gleefully eat them frozen. By themselves, this is boring, and while I would like them in cereal, I would prefer to avoid eating the oat bran cardboard crap.

So the other day, I poured some frozen blueberries in a bowl of milk, and decided to eat them just like that.

Carrying the bowl to the computer desk, a happy accident happened. The blueberries, hard frozen, were freezing a layer of milk around them, so they became little frozen-milk-covered balls of delightfulness. Good lord, are these good. no processed sugar, not a lot of fat (I used 2% milk), and yummy milk. I just have to make sure I don’t keep eating it until I get sick to death of it.

Plus, it makes your poop a loverly purplish color.

at least the one I just stumbled across, is the fact that you stand a chance of recognizing someone.

Now, there were always those women you EXPECTED might be doing porn on the side, but …ouch.

I figure by about four PM, I will once again look more like myself, and less like Marty Feldman.

I leave you with this bit of bigh haired 80’s nostalgia. It’s not surprising to me that “Nostalgia” means “Sickness for the past”

I would never be required, on my way to work, to scream “It’s the fast lane! GO FAST!” or “Oh, weas it my headlights as I was passing you that allowed you to finally FIND YOUR ACCELERATOR?” or even the ubiquitous “HANG UP AND DRIVE”

Alas, we do not live in a perfect world.

Comes the revolution, however, you know who I’mna be targeting first.