BellyRub’s been stressed out these past two days. I called to see how he’s doing and to make sure he’s taking care of himself.
Being me, which means being convinced that I’m right most of the time, I began asking him lots of questions. “Are you eating? Did you sleep? How are the dogs? Have you been using your support system? Are you eating vegetables and fruit? Are you taking your vitamins? Are you smoking a lot? Would you take Flintstones vitamins even if you won’t take anything else? Did you know that stress robs your body of nutrients? Are you getting your B vitamins? Do you know that french fries are not a vegetable? And neither is ketchup. Or pickles. Are you going to sleep at a reasonable hour? I hope you’re being careful about your caffeine intake.”
What’s this all about? I didn’t ask them all in a row like that. Only almost all in a row. He’s having a Wendy’s triple something or other for lunch. I voted yes on that one. Protein, kids. Meat is a complete food. Vegetarians, you can make all the statements you want about nutrition and I’m sure you’re right, but I’m more right. Meat can be very good for you.
(I actually don’t like meat that much, but there’s no way you’re telling me that a grilled mushroom, no matter how tasty, fills the nutritional bounty of venison in a cream and red wine sauce. Mmmmmmm. Or salmon with white wine and capers. Or just meat.)
So. I’m on my high horse today. I’m not sure I like it up here. There’s a long way to fall. Loooong way. I was going to have a lunch with no meat. I am, however, feeling as though I should probably eat some kind of dead animal product.
But wouldn’t I be anyway? I put blood meal and bone meal in my garden. It’s just one more nod to the wholesome goodness of animal products. And those products give rise to vegetable products. I say! I will eat what I want! I shall hop down from my high horse, gather the cows and chickens and lambs and fish and piggies, collect the leaves and berries and roots and flowers, and snuggle them all to my bosom and whisper, “You’re tasty little treats!”
And I hope BellyRub’s taking good care of himself.
Posted by dotty at August 26, 2004 12:09 PM