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The Gut Buster

April 25, 2012
The Gut Buster

Eating good, healthy food is an admirable goal. It’s a really good goal. Sometimes though, it’s just. so. dang. hard. Ya feel me? Exhibit A: three sticks of butter. When does that ever make sense? Well, a lot of times, that’s when. Just ask Joy the Baker, or Bon Appetit magazine, or Paula Deen, or my Aunt Faye. They’ll tell ya the truth about butter. Exhibit B: bourbon and homemade vanilla extract? These make sense practically all the time, and I’m not even joking. They are much less problematic than those sticks o’ butter. Exhibit C: pe-cans? coconut? These are problems, too. I grew up shelling pe-cans, eating ice cream full of pe-cans, pies loaded with them (and not just Thanksgiving day, either), and almost everything sweet is better with pe-cans. Coconut? Well, I even like coconut in my hair, so I think I don’t need to say anything...

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Survival of the Fittest

November 21, 2011
Survival of the Fittest

The day I was born, my dad near about had a heart attack, or at least that’s the story. My parents are both fair-skinned and light-haired. Although technically, my mom truly does have dark roots but you don’t really notice them because she still gets her hair ”frosted”. Last time I checked, that’s a pretty common ‘do for her age group. Anyway, I came into the world writhing and crying, full of life and all that good stuff. But I also came out with something that really threw my dad for a loop – I had a head FULL of nearly black hair. WTF? I would have been confused too. Anyway, clearly there are no paternity issues. Just like most of us, I recognize that I have some traits from my mom, and some traits from my dad. Some are good, like my big brains, blue eyes, and relatively normally shaped symmetrical...

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The Gut Buster

Eating good, healthy food is an admirable goal. It’s a really good goal. Sometimes though, it’s just. so. dang. hard. Ya feel me? Exhibit...

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