the rant that wasn't
Lately there's been a lot in the news about the book "French Women Don't Get Fat", and generally I wholeheartedly approve of the French approach to eating, and I was all for that book (not "all for" in the sense that I was going to go out and plunk down more than $20 for it, but "all for" in the sense that I wouldn't think badly of anyone else who actually did. Maybe "all for" in the sense that I would then *borrow* that poor sucker's copy, though) and I was glad it made it onto the bestseller list, and I was hoping hoping hoping that at least some people would read it and be influenced and reform their convenience-based crappy diets. And start to appreciate real food. Anyway, this overall sense of being generally pleased that the book existed abruptly vanished this morning when I had a horrible thought that French women, in addition to being thinnish also smoke like chimneys, and that might just have something to do with it. Fortunately, I was wrong.
Starting tomorrow I'm going to start posting a recipe for whatever I had for dinner last night, plus the time it took me to make it. Hopefully I can then point anyone who whines that healthy food takes too long to cook and/or tastes yucky at a pre-existing collection of recipes that are fast, healthy, and pass my standards for tasty. And I should mention that I work as long hours as anyone, AND I go to the gym after work several times a week, AND I do pretty much all the cooking. So I don't want to hear anyone saying they can't actually cook dinner because they're too tired. Dinner just does not take that long, people. Deal. (If I can't rant about French smokers, I'll rant about my friends'/coworkers' eating habits. Yay!)