Happy Birthday Poppy!

Here's to my girl and to Mom/Jean for doing a fabulous job!

THE BIRTHDAY DIRGE

It's your Birthday! (thud!) Happy Birthday! (thud!)
Doom and gloom and dark despair
People dying everywhere!
On your Birthday! (thud!) Happy Birthday! (thud!)

It's your Birthday! (thud!) Happy Birthday! (thud!)
May the candles on your cake
Burn like cities in your wake.
On your Birthday! (thud!) Happy Birthday! (thud!)

It's your Birthday! (thud!) Happy Birthday! (thud!)
Your servants steal, your wife's untrue
Your children plot to murder you
On your Birthday! (thud!) Happy Birthday! (thud!)

It's your Birthday! (thud!) Happy Birthday! (thud!)
Burn the castle and storm the keep
Kill the women, but save the sheep
For your Birthday! (thud!) Happy Birthday! (thud!)

It's your Birthday! (thud!) Happy Birthday! (thud!)
Birthdays come but once a year
Marking time as Death draws near
On your Birthday! (thud!) Happy Birthday! (thud!)

It's your Birthday! (thud!) Happy Birthday! (thud!)
Now you've aged another year
Now you know that Death is near
On your Birthday! (thud!) Happy Birthday! (thud!)

It's your Birthday! (thud!) Happy Birthday! (thud!)
Now that you're the age you are
Your demise cannot be far
On your Birthday! (thud!) Happy Birthday! (thud!)

It's your Birthday! (thud!) Happy Birthday! (thud!)
Black Death has just struck your town
You yourself feel quite run-down
On your Birthday! (thud!) Happy Birthday! (thud!)

It's your Birthday! (thud!) Happy Birthday! (thud!)
Burn, then rape by firelight
Add romance to life tonight
On your Birthday! (thud!) Happy Birthday! (thud!)

It's your Birthday! (thud!) Happy Birthday! (thud!)
Indigestion's what you get
From the enemies you 'et
On your Birthday! (thud!) Happy Birthday! (thud!)

It's your Birthday! (thud!) Happy Birthday! (thud!)
We love children, yes we do
Baked or broiled or in a stew
On your Birthday! (thud!) Happy Birthday! (thud!)

It's your Birthday! (thud!) Happy Birthday! (thud!)
May your deeds with sword and axe
Equal those with sheep and yaks
On your Birthday! (thud!) Happy Birthday! (thud!)

It's your Birthday! (thud!) Happy Birthday! (thud!)
This one lesson you must learn
First you pillage, then you burn
On your Birthday! (thud!) Happy Birthday! (thud!)

It's your Birthday! (thud!) Happy Birthday! (thud!)
While you eat your birthday stew
We will loot the town for you,
On your Birthday! (thud!) Happy Birthday! (thud!)

It's your Birthday! (thud!) Happy Birthday! (thud!)
We brought linen, white as cloud
The women sit and sew your shroud
On your Birthday! (thud!) Happy Birthday! (thud!)

It's your Birthday! (thud!) Happy Birthday! (thud!)
Just be glad the friends you've got
Haven't found out you-know-what
On your Birthday! (thud!) Happy Birthday! (thud!)

It's your Birthday! (thud!) Happy Birthday! (thud!)
I'm a leper, can't you see
Have a birthday kiss from me
On your Birthday! (thud!) Happy Birthday! (thud!)

It's your Birthday! (thud!) Happy Birthday! (thud!)
It's your birthday never fear
You'll be dead this time next year
On your Birthday! (thud!) Happy Birthday! (thud!)

It's your Birthday! (thud!) Happy Birthday! (thud!)
So far Death you have bypassed
Don't look back, he's gaining fast
On your Birthday! (thud!) Happy Birthday! (thud!)

It's your Birthday! (thud!) Happy Birthday! (thud!)
You must marry very soon
Baby's due by next full moon
On your Birthday! (thud!) Happy Birthday! (thud!)

It's your Birthday! (thud!) Happy Birthday! (thud!)
When you've reached this age you know
That the mind is first to go
On your Birthday! (thud!) Happy Birthday! (thud!)
It's your Birthday (thud!) Happy Birthday (thud!)
You are very, very old
Soon you will be dead and cold
It's your Birthday (thud!) Happy Birthday (thud!)

Got Dad?

I do. Bro-N-Law-Caretaker-Darryll left on Monday to go hang out with his Uncle John up in Crescent City. Uncle John is a master surfer and BNLCTKR-Darryll's inspiration to learn how to surf. Anyway, Seester and I are sharing taking care of Dad.

Seester took Dad bowling on Monday and for a drive down the coast on Tuesday. Unfortunately, Dad's time with me won't be all that stimulating. Grill-Master-Poppy has a BBQ event at work today so she has the truck. Tomorrow, I'll be taking Dad to the DMV to get a California I.D. Note, I said I.D., not driver's license. No appointment either. That's gonna be fun!

Anyway, took Dad bowling last night. He discovered that if he threw the ball halfway down the alley, he did better. I was afraid we were going to get kicked out of the joint.

Here's the new bowling style. I call it the Paw-Paw-Pant-Roll:



It would seem that our Indigenous-People's Summer is here! Freakin heatwave...What a great day to make some chili!





It's like a sauna in the kitchen!

Well, guess that all I've got. Bye bye!

Not a lot going on...

Had a pretty quiet weekend. Went to Susan's house for dinner on Friday. Check out this picture. Looks like a dinner party from Lesbian Better Homes and Gardens:



I was watching the Cooking Channel and some gal made this beet/endive salad w/parsley, chive, tarragon vinaigrette. Looked really good so I made it for an appetizer along with Julia Child's pan-fried steak w/red wine-butter sauce.



Salad was good, but not good enough to be part of my regular repertoire.

Say, here's some Kecky's Kurb Art:

I thought this was interesting. Just your basic chandelier above the dining table, but do you see the skull effect? Spooky!



I call this Boozy Gate Reflections.



Happy Monday!

Huh?

Have a great weekend!

Today's Fun-Fact: Raynaud's Disease...

Raynaud's disease is a condition that causes some areas of your body — such as your fingers, toes, tip of your nose and your ears — to feel numb and cool in response to cold temperatures or stress. In Raynaud's disease, smaller arteries that supply blood to your skin narrow, limiting blood circulation to affected areas.

Women are more likely to have Raynaud's disease. It's also more common in people who live in colder climates.

Treatment of Raynaud's disease depends on its severity and the presence of associated conditions. For most people, Raynaud's disease is more a nuisance than a disability.

Doctors don't completely understand the cause of Raynaud's attacks, but blood vessels in the hands and feet appear to overreact to cold temperatures or stress:

Cold temperatures. When your body is exposed to cold temperatures, your extremities lose heat. Your body slows down blood supply to your fingers and toes to preserve your body's core temperature. Your body specifically reduces blood flow by narrowing the small arteries under the skin of your extremities. In people with Raynaud's, this normal response is exaggerated.

Stress. Stress causes a similar reaction to cold in the body, and likewise the body's response may be exaggerated in people with Raynaud's.

I have this little affliction. Found out about it some years back. All this to say...MY SCOOTER RIDE HOME LAST NIGHT WAS FREEZING!!



...and it's still Summer! The coldest winter I ever spent...Whatever!

I was very excited about my dinner last night. There's just nothing better than pork with sweet and a little heat. I had the leftover applesauce and sauerkraut. Netty-Mae gave me the idea for the rub on the pork. A little bit of Kecky's Steak Shake, a little smokey paprika (I used hot smokey paprika) and bind it with a little oil to make a rub. It was so good! A little salty and probably a little more heat than I wanted, but I was happy!



I also made some greens to go with. Basically, took a cup of chicken broth and a little onion powder and brought it to a boil. Added the greens, once they were wilted, in went some Dijon mustard. NOM! Pepper-Poppy added hot sauce and apple cider vinegar to her greens.

I need to work on my food pictures; they all look the same.

Later.

Well, since I've not cooked anything...

Here's a little something from my guest home-chef-FMM-Laurie:



This is FMM-Laurie's Apple Crisp w/Vanilla Bean Ice Cream. She made this with apples and lemons from her yard. She made this for her son, Mateo's 30th B-day.

Hey, let's take a walk down memory lane...it would be easier for me if I could remember...

Seester dug up some pics and brought them to work. Little blurry, but fun. Here's our Grandma Pearl:



Quite the looker!

Speaking of looker:



Doncha just love the 80's? Nice perm, acid-wash jeans and what are now called "Classic" Reebok tennies.

Going back a little further:



Yep, that's Seester, me and some boozy-smelling-Santa-guy. I'm pretty sure Mom cut my bangs...

Enjoy your humpy day!

Let's go bowling...AGAIN!

Yeah, I'll get to that later.

Last week, I wanted to make a horseradish sauce from scratch, but before I did that, I needed to make the mayo from scratch. The mayo turned out great. The Horsey-Sauce even better. I told Friend-Drea about it and she said that Horsey-Sauce was one of her husband's favorite things. So I gave her some. They had it on tomatoes:



She said it was "NOM" and that makes me happy!

Not only is it a Dad's weekend, but today, I picked up Dexter McLovin. He's staying the night while Seester and Bro-N-Law go to a wedding...in Lodi! Our Dexter McLovin has been having some back issues. A month ago, he could barely walk; but, with the help of some steroids and some other meds, he's almost good as new! I love him!!



I wish my bed was so comfy!

Yesterday, we packed some lunch and headed down to one of Stanford University's athletic fields to watch Nephew-Lucas' Polar Bear Team play some Ultimate Frisbee...RAWR!! Lucas and his team are in the sectionals. They did very well. Up next, regionals in Seattle. Do well there and their off to Florida for Nationals, which they won last year! RAWR!!

Dad was itching to go...can you tell?



Here's the Polar Bears. Lucas is #35...RAWR!!



Here's Lucas stretching his now 50 year old knees:



Here's Sun-Luvin-Jax:



So after we were done watching Nephew-Lucas...RAWR!!, we headed home stopping at the store to get fixings for our Bockwurst-Sausage-Sauerkraut-Applesauce-Extravaganza dinnah.

I made the apple sauce from scratch using my Stevia sweeter. NOM! Even my Worse-Food-Critic-Poppy and Double-Worse-Food-Critic-Dad like it!



Here's the dinnah that I forgot to take a picture of. I had three different dipping sauces for my bockwurst; my homemade Horsey-Sauce German mustard and a horseradish Dijon mustard. INFINITY NOM!



Okay, so since we didn't get to go bowling the other night, I promised Dad that we'd go today. So, he was raring to go and we hit Seabowl at 10:15am. We tell Mr. Bowling-Guy we want to bowl a few games. He says we can rent the lane by the half-hour, so we rented an hour to the tune of $33!!! Mr. Bowling-Guy says that there is a birthday party and that there will be music and lights. Honey-Badger don't care; Honey-Badger just wants to go bowling!

Go to Youtube and search Honey Badger - Randall; freakin hysterical!

So we get our lane; get halfway through the first game and all the lights go out. They're replaced by black lights. Then, on each side of all the lanes these flashing running lights go on...then a mirror ball right above our lane goes on. Not sure, but I think I'm about to have some weird flashing light-induced seizure. Also, Dad had that Aneurysm those years back and can't stand flashing lights, not to mention he has a hard enough time seeing the lanes in regular light and now it's dark. WTF?

Well, we made it through three games and much to our disappointment, neither one of us got a 300!

Back at Kasa Kecky's...One of the many things I wanted to do this weekend, besides my usual four loads of laundry, was to make Jax's Peanut Butter Cookies. Now, the only problem with this is that it's baking and you know I suck at baking. So here's the recipe:

Jax’s Peanut Butter Cookies

½ cups water (add more water later, if necessary)
½ cup oil
2 eggs
3 tablespoons peanut butter
2 tsp. vanilla
2 cups flour
½ cup Polenta or cornmeal
½ cup oat
½ tsp wheat germ

Blend wet ingredients together. Whisk dry ingredients together and mix into wet mixture to form a ball of dough. Roll out and shape. Put on lightly greased sheet pan. Cook 20 minutes at 400 F. Turn off oven and allow the cookies to cool in oven until crisp and hard. I'm going to keep them in the fridge so they'll stay longer.

Seems easy enough, right? Here are what I'm calling "Jax's Rabid Cookies".



Okay, so after they settled down, they looked like normal doggie cookies; Jax and Dexter McLovin loved them!

Tonight...TACO NIGHT!!!

Have a good week!

Let's go bowling!!!

I'm sure I've mentioned that Dad-Weber loves to go bowling. I thought it would be a fabulous idea when Seester and Bro-N-Law-Darryll have their date night, that I take Dad-The-Strike-King bowling. After he'd been a few times, he decided he wanted to get a ball and shoes. Why? Because he's got hands the size of giant and can never find a rent-a-ball to fit his sausage fingers. Seriously, his hand practically covers all of Jax.

Last Friday, Seester and BNL-Darryll took Dad-I'm-Gonna-Bowl-A-300 to pick up his new bowling ball.

Behold, The Frenzy!



Hmmm, looks oddly similar to the Missile Pop!



Doesn't taste the same though...

Okay, so last night was our long awaited bowling date. Not only that, but FMM-Laurie was meeting us at the bowling alley and after we all bowl a 300 there would be dinner waiting for us at Taco, Taco, Taco, Tacooo Bell!

Dad: Is Laurie going bowling with us?
Me: Yep.
Happy Dad: I like Laurie.

I get to Seester's and Been-Waiting-All-Day-Dad is raring to go. He's been waiting all day because he thought I was coming in the morning to get him so he got up early and took a shower and waited for me. Not sure why he thought that. While on the way to Seabowl...

Me: So Dad, whatcha been up too?
Negatory Dad: Nothing; I just sit around. I can't drive. I'm a waste.
Me: Oh...Didn't you go bowling on Sunday?
Dad: Oh, yeah!

I swear, he makes it sound like he never does anything, yet Seester and BNL-Darryll do all kinds of stuff with him, he just doesn't remember.

Now he proceeds to tell me his bowling strategy, which I'm pretty sure was planted by Seester...He figures looking at the pins is bad and so he should concentrate on lining up on the marks and that way he'll get a strike every time! I tell him that it may be a little more complicated than that and there are many other factors that go into getting strikes. I told him that if everyone got strikes all the time, there would be no challenge and the game probably wouldn't exist. Hmmm...

We get about halfway to the bowling alley and I hear my phone ringing. It's FMM-Laurie. I illegally answered my phone; FMM-Laurie tells me that she's at the bowling alley and it's a league night so there are no lanes available. ACK!!!

She suggests I call Serra Bowl, which is closer to Dad's house, but she won't join us there; or we can skip it and go directly to Taco, Taco, Taco, Taco, Tacooo Bell. Turns out, the winter league just started and there's not a lane to be found until after 9:00pm. Aw, crap, now what am I gonna do?!

We go have dinner and now I'm scrambling trying to think of something else to do with Disappointed-Dad. He's already complained to FMM-Laure that he doesn't do anything but sit around. Yeah, like that's not getting old! I don't want to bring him home early; it's date night but Seester is having Friend-Barbara over for dinner. Oh man, now we've finished our #8 Crunchy Tacos and #3 Crunchy Taco Supremes. FMM-Laurie strayed from the meal-deals but I'm afraid her Chalupa was not as good as she'd hoped.

P.S., my three crunchy taco supremes were only 15 grams of carbs each...according to my Terra Nova Math, that could be like 40 something grams of carbs. I only had 18 grams for the day so that's a lot like...well...it's under the range of 50-100 grams per day. Cool!



I so could have eaten way more than three of these!

Anyway, barely an hour has passed since I picked Dadums up...

Me: Dad, is there anything you need to get from the store?
Dad: No, I hate shopping.
Me: Oh, okay.

Figure I'll take the long way back to his house, driving as slow as I can. We show up and walk in the door. I see Seester look at the clock as I'm mouthing "I'm sorry" to her.

We had a nice visit with Babara and I told Dad I'd take him bowling on Sunday...God will'n and the creeks don't rise!

Have a great weekend!

I'm baaaaaccccckkkkk!

Been fighting some sort of bug since Saturday.

Not much has been going on. Made some Guinness Irish Stew on Sunday and it was NOM!!



I made this as low-carb as I could. I didn't put the potatoes in the stew; I boiled them on the side with some of the stew broth. Since we eat a wee more carbs on the weekends, I only made enough potatoes to go with Sunday's dinner. Odd though, cause there are still potatoes showing up in the stew. I also used Arrow Root to thicken the stew. Doesn't work as good at flour, but it helped.

While I was busy being sick, I took some pics of Meeko-The-Old-Cat. She's just about 18 now and seems to be going strong...

Nice kitty:





Scary kitty:



Actually, she was yawning and because she's missing a fang her mouth sometimes gets a little stuck.

So that's all I got for you.

Those Padrons....

Were INFINITY NOM!



After the padrons, I thought a BLT salad sounded good, so I made it!



It was so good, I'm going to make it for lunch today!

Tonight, Guinness Irish Stew. Because we're low-carbing it, I will put potatoes on the side. We can have them as a treat tonight, but not during the rest of the leftovers.

Say, check out my pumpkin!



The plant is from a start that Bro-N-Law-D-Man gave us. I guess we don't get any sort of pollinating creatures cause every time I got a pumpkin, it would then shrivel up and die. Netty-Mae told me I had to help the flowers have sex, so I did. Where's my cigarettes? Anyway, now I have a baby pumpkin.

Weekend has been pretty quiet so far. Trip-The-Light-Fantastic-Poppy and I went to Treasure Island last night for the Best Buck In The Bay Country Western Dance. We had fun, but they have way too much of that line dancing junk. I hate line dancing. Reminds me of the Aerobics classes of the '80's. Like I said to Poppy last night, why would people willingly go out there and look stupid? Oh fine, it's just me that thinks they looks stupid which is why I wouldn't do it! But, it was very fun people watching. We rode our scooters there too. Pretty fun taking them on the freeway...sort of.

Later.

TGIF-N-Stuff

Boy-howdy, it's been a busy week!

Some months ago I gave Netty-Mae some Padron Pepper starts. These were planted from seeds leftover from a previous planting. Since Netty-Mae moved to San Rafael, where the sun shines, we figured she'd have some luck with the peppers. I simultaneously planted my starts, plus Boss-Karen bought me a Padron Pepper plant from the farmers market.

Are you wondering about Padron Peppers? Well, Caliente-Poppy and I found them when we were in Espanà. They come from the Basque region of Espanà. They are simply fried in olive oil then right before they're done, sprinkled w/Malden salt. You know, I think I've blogged about these before. Netty-Mae cooks them the A16 Restaurant way...fried in the olive oil along with a wee bit of anchovy and a touch of crushed red pepper.

Anyway, Netty-Mae's plants have been going gangbusters. Mine are pretty much the same size as when I planted them. BK's plant did grow some and even has some flowers that shriveled up and died. So much for growing Padrons in the Outer Sunset.

When I got to work today, Netty-Mae was doing her tour at the front desk. She told me that there was something special for me upstairs at her real desk...



You can't have Padron's without the Cava! Fridays are good!

Trip-The-Light-Fantastic-Poppy and I went dancing last night. After a very rough start, I seemed to settle into a nice rhythm...I think. Don't get me wrong, I still have my training wheels on (slow.....slow, quick..quick, slow.....slow), so I can't completely keep up with Gotta-Dance-Poppy. Like a drug addict, she has to seek out others who can fulfill her cravings for the dance. Plus, the faster I dance, the dizzier I get. Spot-On-Poppy said she's not shown me how to "spot" yet. I think that's a pretty important step that will keep me from falling on the floor.

See, here's the thing, we Dallmanns can't stand making public spectacles of ourselves. We don't like standing alone at a dance, nor do we like to go into bars by ourselves, eat by ourselves or go to movies by ourselves. While dancing is a learning thing and you're supposed to make mistakes, that's just not the way we work. We like to do everything perfect, right of the bat.

Anyway, we'll be heading to Treasure Island tomorrow night for more dancing. Hope I don't go boom boom.

Have a great weekend!

Another jam-packed weekend...and it ain't over yet!

We started Saturday with more furniture shopping. We spent the afternoon in SOMA at Room and Whatever...I forget the name. Found stuff we liked, but we've not exactly settled on whether or not we want the sectional or couch w/ottoman or a combination of both.

Fatass is starting to get hungry...and parched. Was Shoppy-Poppy tired? Nope, not even a little. So, Fatass had to start whining to get her "special occasion" and some food. First, we hit Hotel Utah. Fatass had the chili and Hot-Diggity-Dog-Poppy had the Neiman Ranch hot dog.

From there we headed to HP Buttercup. That name might be wrong too. Here, I'm deciding whether or not I like the chandelier trapped in some ball thing. Kidding, I'm so freakin tired of shopping I needed a break. A few minutes later I was sleeping.



Time for another "special occasion"!



We stopped in at The District. Very nice place. The bartendress, Jennifer, was great! She turned us on to a bunch of great wines too. If you're like us, we tend to like our wine on the minerally side. Farmer-Poppy likes to call it "barnyardy". I like to call it "poopy".

Here it is...Chateau La Poop!



Since we were just tasting, we asked how much it was...$48 for the bottle! I'm thinking you can find it at K&L for a wee cheaper.

Since we were in the SOMA district, I'm starting to feel all artsie fartsie...Say, how about an episode of Kecky's Kurb Art?

I call this Poppy-Under-Glass:



Here's Leafy Concrete:



Lathtly, Seasells Down By The Seasore:



Moving onto Sunday...we'd bought tickets for the Oyster and Fog Festival in Valley Ford. We decided to take the scenic drive up Highway 1. Evidently, so did everyone else. We reached our destination. Not exactly sure what the set up of this was going to be; we were pleasantly surprised to find that it was in Valley Ford Hotel's back courtyard. Very nice! We didn't have any oysters cause this place was a giant rip...$8 for a plastic cup of wine, $10 for a marg. Crazy! The first band that played was really good so Two-Stepp'n-Poppy and I hit the dance floor. Poor Poppy's toes. She's smiling through the pain...



Here are our new drunk friends, Mike and DeeDee doin' a little dirty dancing!



They were really fun and hung out with us for the remainder of the day.

So now it was time for dinner. We decided to go to the little Italian place across the street. I can't remember the name...I hope I never do, either. What a pit. I get it's a small tourist town, but c'mon people! Besides the food being bad, the wait staff served everything from these weird rolling carts. The kind of cart that the bus-staff would use to clear a table...and they made this really loud rolling noise.

Here's what the inside of the place looked like and here's our crappy waiter. I'm sure he's nice person, but when he served the food, it was almost like he'd roll the cart by and toss the food on the table.



Um, I don't get the leprechaun collection. Kind of creepy.

Mmmm, Minestrone soup:



Mmmm, I'm lying. Who puts ground beef in minestrone soup? Is that really an Italian thing? I don't think so. But what do I know, I'm German.

Here's my most boring steak-n-potato in the whole wide world.



A little seasoning can make all the difference! I'm tempted to travel with a jar of Kecky's Steak Shake. Pasta-Poppy had the spaghetti and meatballs. The only thing she said about it was "I'm full."



Enough said...

Meat!

Been craving a steak something awful...and a fat burrito too! The veggie request to go along with the steak was creamed spinach. So, here's how it went down...

First I dusted the ribeyes with Kecky's Steak Shake. Then I got all my creamed spinach fixings together. I also bought a couple of little white potatoes. I figured on the carb scale, a little potato is better than a fat potato and I wanted a damn potato. I don't mist pasta or bread, but I do miss the potato.



The potatoes are resting comfortably in olive oil, Kecky's Herb Salt and some pepper.

I have my easy squeezy creamed spinach recipe too:

2-16oz bags of spinach
2 cups finely shredded parm
1/8-1/4 tsp of freshly ground nutmeg
healthy squeeze of lemon
1 Tbs minced garlic
cream
1 Tbs piggy fat
salt and pepper

First I steam the spinach until wilted. Remover it from the steamer. Let it cool. Once cool, I take it by handfuls and get as much of the water out as you can.

Now, saute the garlic in the piggy fat for a minute or two. You don't have to use the piggy fat, but that's the goodness that tips this dish over the edge to INFINITY NOM.

Add the spinach and saute until you see some water release from it. I'd say 3 minutes or so.

Add the cream...do this to your desired consistency. Add some salt and pepper to taste.

Add the cheese and lemon and mix it all in.

That's it!

Then I got to thinking about that steak and what kind of little topping it would like. Herb butter? Balsamic reduction? Bleu cheese? Hmmm...ah ha! How about a balsamic bleu cheese sauce!



Looks like chocolate sauce! Anyway, I took some of my house-made balsamic reduction and added some bleu cheese dressing and cracked pepper to it.



Talk about your tasty treat sensation! So, I mentioned to My-Worst-Food-Critic-Poppy that I think I have too many sauces on the plate. Basically, looking at the plate, it's a plate full of fat. But the good news is while it is calorie-laden, the diet we're on has us burning fat instead of carbs, so it wasn't so bad. I know you're thinking, but what about cholesterol clogging up your arteries? Well, in all of the reading I've done on the subject since January; nowhere can it be proved that cholesterol causes heart disease. It's all the grains and other carbs that spikes your insulin level. Uh oh, now I'm getting all soapboxy...

Say, wanna talk about religion or politics?

Enjoy your bread and have a great holiday weekend!