Last night Ray and I were at the grocery store. We eat a diet consisting of whole grains, fruit, veggies and very little meat.
Some would say we follow the Mediterranean diet but with a lot more wine and some vodka thrown in for good measure.
The haggard overweight woman at the checkout stand was making a comment about all the “healthy stuff” we were buying. She was going on and on about how it’s a waste to go to all the trouble to eat that way when you could “drop dead from an aneurysm at any moment”.
She also told us that she has a thing for Taco Bell.
Yes, Ray and I could drop dead from anything at any given moment. But while we’re here, we like to feel great and look as fabulous as possible. One of these days, the Checkout Lady’s Taco Bell body will start to fail and then she’ll need medical care and then the whole insurance system gets even more out of whack and in the long run we have to pay for it. I want an insurance discount!
Anyway, Ray was buying stuff to make Stir Fry. In the summer, he tends to cook without his shirt on. And I’m OK with that.
The stir fry was delicious. Ray made it with carrots, celery, broccoli, peppers, onion and oven roasted tofu cubelettes on a bed of brown rice. Out here in the middle of nowhere, there’s not much in the way of restaurants. I’m lucky that Ray is such a great cook.