I’ve been trying to be better about how I eat this summer. Usually when I come to Nebraska, I go crazy and eat anything that sits still. It doesn’t help that I’m eating my mom’s cooking or that I’m going to restaurants that offer some of the most tasty beef in the world. But I’m trying to take it easy on my acid-refluxing stomach.
It definitely doesn’t help that Lloyd and Lauren’s house is a wonderland of tasty treats. It seems like every time I get a little hungry, there’s always something to eat. When I’m at home, there’s nothing. And, as I’ve said before, Laziness Always Wins. But here, the cabinets overflow with crackers, chips, and cookies. The refrigerator has pizza and spaghetti. And the countertop… Don’t get me started on the counter top…
It really must be that they’re trying to kill you…because their countertops don’t look like that when you’re not here.
(And who’s Steven?)
Steven from Texas. Al sent him here.
It’s true, Brad. This place is usually a nutritional desert. The food’s not around because you’re here, it’s because other people have been over. Or, maybe it’s because we’re trying to kill you.
Are you running there? You could just add an extra run every couple of days, and you’d be perfect. Well, if your stomach cooperates…
Now there’s an interesting s’mores variation: Jet Puff marshmallows, chocolate, and…tortilla chips?! Gotta hand it to those midwesterners to come up with new and exciting taste sensations! How do you keep the chips from crumbling when you assemble the sandwich, I wonder…..?