Hello and welcome!
This thing exists because I’m responsible for feeding myself. Not a brag. It’s a responsibility I very much fail to take seriously, much to the dismay of me. There are only three objectives:
- Remain alive
- Limit pizza
- Eat spinach
That’s it. And number one is the only one I’ve really stuck to. Otherwise my nutrition plan is informed by gut instinct and hearsay. Two things that are inadmissable in court, but perfectly(ish) acceptable(ish) as a means of forming a dietary guide. All it takes is skimming CNN headlines and seeing “The Avocado’s Journey to Superfood” for me to suddenly spend $30/month on avocados. But then also sometimes I’ll just see bananas at the store and be like “I do bananas now.” And then I’ll do bananas for two years, until I see a headline that reads “Bananas Give You Belly Fat” and then I’ll never touch a banana again. All this is to say, don’t listen to anything in this blog. Think of it more as a culinary house of horrors for you to marvel at, and to help you reflect on that pasta with red sauce you ate last week and realize it could’ve been sooooo so much worse.
This blog will (hopefully) chronicle the evolution of man to slightly less embarrassing man, so it’s best to start at the beginning. Thanks for tuning in.
Burned and Bland 