Frankly, I don’t give a flying fuck what you eat. But for the record in case anyone else is reading, pills do not and can not ever replace fresh vegetables. Vegetables have various enzymes and nutritients that cannot be put into pills. More importantly, vegetables have fibre and bulk that is necessary for your gut. Eating five portions of fresh fruit/veg per day significantly decreases your risk of getting bowel cancer.
Even worse, dealing with pills is actually bad for your liver. Taking lots of pills increases the risk of liver failure.
You out there eat what you want and enjoy it, but don’t kid yourself on the whole fruit&veg vs pills thing.
Normally, this is true of McDonald’s, but this wasn’t just sweet ea, it was southern style sweet tea, which from all accounts and purposes, is too damn sweet if you’re not raised on it. It would make sense that Cracker Barrell would serve it that way all the time, cuz they originated in the South, and all their breakfast meals still come with grits!
Oh, come on, kabbes, it’s the Twenty-First Century! We should all be taking our food pills, just before we fly off to work on our jetpacks.
[/silly]Actually, though, he’s got a point. Pills aren’t real food, and your body knows it. Even I, the lifelong carnivore, force myself to choke down the odd green leafy thing on this account.
At the last place I worked, I had a coworker who used to come to my cubicle and open my lunch to see what I was having!! And of course, this snooping was accompanied by editorializing. I was too nice to say anything to her then, but, by golly, if she tried it today, I’d register my displeasure. With a big stick. Upside her head. :eek:
Just wanted to say how glad I am that nobody comments on my food, and I don’t comment on theirs. Good grief, where are all these food critics coming from? Didn’t nobody never teach 'em no better?
(kabbes, I think the little pill Esprix was referring to was an anti-depressant type med.)
(Scylla], that was a great Wildest Bill-ism.)
My hubby and I have been together for the better part of twenty years, and it took me a long time to get him to stop the running commentary on my diet.
I like my tea or coffee to be sugared into oblivion. And I like a big glug of milk in my (hot) tea. I like chewy junk candy, and I like grits with sugar and milk(I know…yuck). I like marshmallow peeps that are slightly dry, and I like pizza rolls.
Hubby used to make gagging sounds in his throat when I would eat something he considered objectionable or unhealthy. But years of giving him a “Listen, no one is holding a gun to your head and forcing you to eat/drink it” look seem to have paid off. Now he just chuckles indulgently.
Enjoy your tea! If you can’t stand your spoon up in the sugar at the bottom of the cup, it’s not tea!
My mother sends me this iced tea mix that’s just 95-98% sugar. I love it. I make it with much less water so I can see grains circling in the bottom when I stir it.
My mother needs an electric stirrer to get all the sugar to dissolve in her tea. It ends up supersaturated and if you pour from the pitcher too quickly, the sugar comes out of solution and crystalizes in your glass.
Okay that may be an exaggeration, but only slightly so.
I’m going to second Splenda. I bought some over the weekend and used in my coffee twice the week. It’s definitely sweeter than the liquid stuff I was using, and there’s no after taste.
Mmmm… Splenda. I love the stuff. I keep some in my pockets so that when I need to sweeten my iced tea at restaurants, I have some on hand, because restaurants almost never have it available. Splenda is good stuff.
Speaking of weird food aversions, MrWhatsit hates fruit. All fruit. If it’s fruit, he dislikes it. Usually the first reaction people have to this is, “What about [fruit]?!” Then he sighs and says, “Yes, even kiwi fruit,” or “Yes, even tomatoes,” or whatever.
My mother-in-law – who really should have known better – made this noodle salad once that had chunks of apple in it. MrWhatsit ate some without realizing what it was, and promptly ran to the bathroom to throw up. He is, so far in my life, the only officially Fruit Intolerant person I have ever met. (No offense, Esprix.)
He still manages to stay healthy by putting Vitamin C powder in his Kool-Aid and eating unholy amounts of vegetables to make up for it.
I was referring to the multivitamin I take every morning.