BigDog Speaks

Chances are real good that if it is good for me, I don't like it. If it is a healthy choice, it's not my choice. I seem to have taste buds that instantly detect healthy options and decline.

[More:]

My smarter half tries to slip things past me on a regular basis. The weed seed bread she brings home and makes me a sandwich from.

Can you say nasty? I can. Bread that has an odd color and sports seeds is not my kind of bread. The joy of a turkey and swiss with mayo and mustard evaporates instantly when served on weedy bread. What about breakfast cereal? Oh yes, I'd like of bowl of cardboard flakes with raisins or perhaps a bowl of the cardboard pellets instead. Can you say YUK? My idea of healthy is a few raisin bran muffins with lots of butter. Anything more stringent than that, leaves me behind. Oh yea, all that GREEN stuff. If man had been meant to eat all that green stuff he'd have long floppy ears and a cute little bunny tail. Sorry, I don't have either of those. Talking to me about food you need to be talking meat, slabs of it with large sides of potatoes, buttermilk biscuits, and a bowl of gravy. THAT is eating, all that other stuff is just pretending. Oh yea, don't forget the dessert...