In a recent email from my sister Lea, who is now living in Montana (I will have to check the map again), I learned the following:
“There’s a kickass barbecue around the corner. They make a barbecue sundae…with meat of your choice on the bottom, baked beans on top…and then sweet homemade coleslaw…sounds gross, but it rocks! Ok, can u tell that I am hungry? I only had two rice cakes today.”
I love this idea. Meat Sundae. It’s so much better than Fudgey The Whale. And who eats rice cakes when there are meat sundaes to be had? Actually, who eats rice cakes, period? It’s so Melba toast and cottage cheese, so celery, and diet Nazi. Baked beans are a good time, especially from Houston’s (I think they use chocolate syrup in their recipe).
This sucks. Dieting is worse than giving blood via a med student with bad aim. And while I’m nowhere near the topic… since when is vegetarianism an interest? I was filling out a survey about my interests, and right there, with its own check box, “vegetarianism.” They might as well add “spray tanning” and “hygiene” to the list. Hobbies. Ew. Is “isighting” a hobby? Oh, okay, nerding out. Fine.