Category Archives: Food

Bulking (HA 42 Treochair)

Posted on April 28, 2020 by sputterpub

I learned to buy no more than what I need back when my besties burned to gather goods in bulk. They bought from big shelf names instead of neighborhoods. I’d deride, except I need to nix now, and stock what … Continue reading →

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House Arrest 39 (Another Onion)

Posted on April 25, 2020 by sputterpub

I had a fantasy, not long ago, in which I didn’t use the fridge at all. I live where nearly anything will grow; I thought I’d shop each day. And I recall when I transitioned to this little place, I … Continue reading →

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Oh No No-No

Posted on March 20, 2020 by sputterpub

We used to call them alligator pears before we learned how much we like their taste. Now breakfast lunch and dinner rarely dares omitting avocado. Mashed to paste it’s guacamole or a sandwich spread. Cubed it’s to a salad like … Continue reading →

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My Diet Secret

Posted on February 19, 2020 by sputterpub

A tonsillectomy at 5 years old resulted in a shape change, Mama said. Till then I seemed to always have a cold, but afterwards I gained and grew instead a steady challenge with obesity, forever adding girth instead of height. … Continue reading →

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Preschool

Posted on February 12, 2020 by sputterpub

Low-carbohydrate baking is our game on many Wednesdays. We try recipes with proxy flours, sweets of quirky name like Stevia and monkfruit. By degrees we’re learning how to bake a better snack, collecting psyllium, adjusting dose. We’re old and young … Continue reading →

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Another from the Old Wives

Posted on January 27, 2020 by sputterpub

It’s every mother’s job to feed her young, innate and second only to the birth, to reproduce her heritage among the myriad of beings on the earth. But somehow that imperative to feed grew viral and took over like a … Continue reading →

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To Keep Your Strength Up

Posted on January 15, 2020 by sputterpub

My mother gave me ginger ale to drink when I was sick at home with bellyache. She also served saltines; my mom would think and say I needed sustenance to make the illness go. “You have to keep your strength … Continue reading →

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Psomiphobia

Posted on October 24, 2019 by sputterpub

Avoiding bread, I never meant to claim the staff of life is poison or impure. I’m eating keto rolls, but all the same I think the bread’s the lesser taste – I’m sure to like the tuna salad, boiled eggs, … Continue reading →

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Self-Treatment

Posted on October 3, 2019 by sputterpub

Self-doctoring, I’ve flexed and made a list of symptom frequency and pain extent. I’ve read my diaries and haven’t missed what history can offer, and I’ve meant each statement of infliction to be true. Self-medicating now, prescribing rest, I’ve interrupted … Continue reading →

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Keto Kitchen Kounter

Posted on September 9, 2019 by sputterpub

When I moved back, my discipline did not. It wasn’t that I craved the bread, desserts, or Triscuits. I can’t say that I forgot how sugar’s toxic, carbohydrate hurts, and all digestive systems need a break. It’s more like I … Continue reading →

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