Wednesday,
January 23, 2008

Protein

Got a question for you. And yes, it's a weird one.

Am I the only person who prefers egg whites to egg yolks? I ask because I scrambled up some eggs for breakfast and pretty much had to gag them down from the taste despite a heaping helping of Fresh and Feisty salsa (I really need to hit the store today and get some more sweet Thai chili sauce. I could eat Spam if it had sweet Thai chili sauce on it. I could orally service Rush Limbaugh if I slathered enough sweet Thai chili sauce on his weiner. And it would be funny to watch him dance around in pain afterwards. But I digress).

I've never liked the taste of egg yolk -- I won't eat eggs that are soft-boiled, poached or sunny side up for this reason, loathed French toast as a child because it was bread soaked in egg yolk and fried (no amount of maple syrup made that palatable) and the thought of cutting up toast into soldiers and dipping them in egg yolk makes me want to hurl. Whipping up some hard boiled eggs, however, then stripping off the white and gobbling that down while pitching the egg yolk is absolutely dandy.

Yes, I know I should've scooped out the egg yolk this morning -- I wasn't thinking clearly due to another early morning "Hello, what are you doing, why don't you scratch me under the chin since you're up?" greeting from the Cow-Colored Cat. But as I choked down my breakfast, it did occur to me that eating things I don't enjoy in the goal of a healthy lifestyle doesn't really make all that sense. And egg yolks have all the cholesterol anyway. So separating the yolk out and scrambling up those yummy, yummy whites will be the order of the day from now on.

Just as soon as I get some more eggs from the store. A list might be useful.

Damn you, Barenaked Ladies! Damn you to hell!

The scrambled eggs thing reminded me -- as you know (Bob), I am a fan of the marvelous CBS comedy The Big Bang Theory, to the point where Dr. Sheldon Cooper is my new imaginary geek boyfriend (hey, I like them weird. And Jim Parsons, bless his heart, is piddle-in-your-pants hilarious. And dear Buddha, please bring me a pony, a plastic rocket and David Hyde Pierce to do a guest shot as Sheldon's former grad advisor, thank you).

I am also a long-time fan of the Canadian pop band the Barenaked Ladies. In a matchup that is one of the best since someone dipped their chocolate in someone else's peanut butter, BNL happens to do the theme song for TBBT. I figured the Ladies wouldn't do just 18 seconds of a song, so after some hunting around I found that iTunes had the full version of the song available. With something approaching unholy glee, I downloaded it.

It is a most marvelous tune, and I highly recommend it to anyone who likes smart, bouncy pop. It has also become an earworm that is approaching "It's a Small, Small World" in its staying power. Worse, I am imagining a fanvid on YouYube shot at Worldcon with cuts of various pros, scientists, editors, artists and fen singing the lyrics. Make this stop, please?

On a final note

The weather here in the clavicle of Texas has been rather chilly lately, requiring us to keep the windows closed in order not to freeze. As a result, every drop of moisture has been sucked out of the air, requiring the use of a humidifier to sleep and various emollients to heal the cracked and irritated skin on the backs of my hands.

As this is the case, I'm pleased to inform you that the Body Shop's Coconut Butter for Very Dry Skin does indeed work as advertised. Moreover, it has also transformed the skin on my elbows, formerly able to grate cheese and incite passion in rhinos, into something resembling human epidermis. Color me muy impressed.

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