Mediterranean chicken from work beat me up. Little sis is down even worse after the cafeteria jalapeño turkey burger. Our gut micrometropolises are sister cities.
Impt for my girlies who were mortified by the news of colorectal cancer’s rise among millennials. Fun part: after you’re done with your hypochondriac episode, look for gastroenterologists online like you’re on a dating app.
Don’t let the doctors and intermittent fasters tell you otherwise. Food is energy and it makes you strong and helps you concentrate and be happy. Don’t let that blood sugar dip down. Hold the line.
I buy government I-bonds. The official government website is a bit clunky, but not terribly complicated. You don’t have to pay state income tax on the interest.
I have one of those microwave popcorn poppers and buy stupid seasonings to put on my corn. Trader Joe’s ranch seasoning is my latest go-to flavor. I like the tang. Nutritional yeast is a staple topping. Za‘atar too. Anything truffle-y if you wanna get fancy. TJ’s mushroom seasoning blend is mostly just salt though: an anti-recommend on that one
