A well-meaning fellow in Whole Foods told me the other day that, in order to be truly healthy, I have to completely cut out sugar from my diet.
I disagree with hipster folk on most things. Their garb (the ironic floral patterns that look like Aunt Mildred’s couch); their stupid obsession with musicians that have names like “Furry Fire Ants” or “Gassy Lampshade”; all that damn plaid. But one thing I can share an enthusiastic fist bump with them over is artisanal, fancy as hell foods that were originally designed to be simple and straightforward. Hipsters have taken them all to a ridiculous level of detail and made them wham-bam-thank-you-ma’am delicious. Linguica corn dogs, julienned beef cheek, pickled brussel sprouts doused in a locally produced IPA, etc etc. They’re crazy, but I’ll take it. With a side of duck fat potatoes.
Yep. I am completely aware that this blog essentially died thanks to a complete lack of attention in the last few months. It reminds me of my days as a youth, when those little tamagotchi doodads were all the rage amongst the preteen clans and I killed mine off every other recess.