We may not all called to be monks, but aging demands its own ascetism. For example, I can't drink nearly as much alcohol as I used to. Nor can I eat nearly as much. I eat a tiny fraction of what I did in college despite weighing much more now. Back then I'd have meals of three McDonald's Quarterpounders with Cheese, yet tested out at a lean 10% body fat... I also understand that when you get much, much older sex becomes rare unless you take a little blue pill.
It is as if it is a built-in part of God's plan that we slowly divest ourselves of the good things of the world and increasingly whet our appetite for things spiritual. If the message is too subtle, nature lends a hand.
Speaking of food... I've noticed that some blogs feature cooking recipes, often with obscure ingredients that sound like poetry. I thought I should share one of my all-time favorite collegiate recipes:
O'Garlic Poor BoysTMVOILA! It's that easy. Bon Appetit!
Ingredients (serves two):
--New York style Garlic bread, I buy the sub-shaped kind at Krogers
--American Processed Cheese - a pack or two, comes in those individually-wrapped wrappers
--Bologna - two packages should be enough
1) Open the garlic bread and layer with bologna and cheese. Be generous with both. Sauté. (Not really, I just wanted a French word in here somewhere).
2) Heat that bad boy at 350 degrees for 15-20 minutes depending on oven strength.
Use light bologna to reduce calories
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