I don’t like…
When my lunch stares back at me.
I don’t like that at all.
I don’t like…
A weather app that promotes kale.
That’s just wrong.
I don’t like…
Checking my spam folder and finding 31 ads for Amoxocillin.
Geesh, how infectious do they think I am?
Done with the caves, we thought we were done with the park but there was still a little left to explore.
A nature path through the woods.
Leading past a sugar shack…
And an old tree.
Do I post fascinating stuff or what?
Stop that!
There was a rock set up for climbing….
As well as one with some munchies on top.
And you know what?
Still better than kale.
We kept hiking.
Up some rocks…
And some stairs…
And oh boy! The husband’s face says it all…
More stairs.
To be honest there wasn’t much more to see. But we found a gazebo on our way back down… with rather questionable graffiti.
Okay.
I’m not sure that needed be to advertised…. but whatever floats your boat.
One more smooth path down…
And we neared the exit.
Where I had to stop and feed those precious European fallow deer again.
Such little cuties.
Polar Caves… the end!
Half a day experiencing it , 5 days blogging about it.
Say what you want about me… (and I’m sure you will)
You can’t say I’m not thorough.
Flying fish and Coo Coo is the national dish of Barbados.
But I did, because….
Did you know….
When CBS broadcast the first ever color television show they were the only ones who actually owned a color television?
Did you know…
The Egyptian hieroglyph for one hundred thousand is a tadpole?
Kind of makes you wonder what they were counting…
Did you know…
A snallygaster is a mythical dragon like beast that supposedly haunts rural Maryland?
And all this time I thought it was just David Hasslehoff.
Did you know…
Lachanophobia is the fear of vegetables?
Like kale.
That shit is everywhere.
Did you know…
Aztec emperor Montezuma had a nephew named Cuitlahac?
Roughly translated Cuitlahac means “plenty of excrement”.
Clearly Monty’s sister had a sense of humor.
Did you know…
In Japan, robots pay union dues.
Which answers the age old age question…
Who killed Jimmy Hoffa?
Burger King?
Not a fan.
So I wasn’t surprised to hear that their new meatless burger…
Tasted the same as their original beef burger.
Hell, as far as I’m concerned the original doesn’t taste like meat either.
But here’s the thing…
If you’re eating a burger?
Please, for the love of all that’s holy….
Eat a burger!
No….
A burger means beef, bison… or if you have to be difficult, turkey.
Not heme.
A soybean root cheeseburger?
Christ….
You might as well be eating kale.
(Disclaimer – I am not a kale fan, and the popular leafy green will be heavily disparaged in this post.)
I’m a good girl. I eat my veggies, green and otherwise.
Yes, Popeye I even eat my spinach.
Hell, I live in Maine… I have been served dandelion green and Nasturtium bloom salad and smiled. (Although I do draw the line at Fiddleheads, those slimy aborted fern fronds people in New England go beserk for every spring. If I’m going to ingest something I pick alongside the road it had better be blackberries. Preferably in brandy form. But I digress.)
Throw a little kale in my salad, fine. I won’t revolt. (Hell, if you smother it in enough blue cheese dressing, I will eat a brick)
But please…. stop trying to incorporate it into everything else.
My girlfriend served a big bowl of kale chips with French Onion Dip at a party. (Not cool…. bring back my Ruffled Lays.)
Another friend invited us over for an Italian dinner. Sweet! Until I saw the lasagna as well as the ravioli was stuffed with kale. (That’s just wrong.)
I do not want your kale frittata.
Your kale burgers, your kale pie….
And most of all your kale pizza!
That’s just sacrilege.
The kale craze has gone too far.
Okay, it’s nutritious… but enough’s enough.
From now on I’ll be flying my new banner high and proud.
Long live Rocky Road!!
All hail Mint Chocolate Chip!
For the love of all that’s holy….
Noooooooooo!!!!
