CELERY

Duncan Blitz was getting fat. His jeans were tight, his gut was not. He wanted to lose weight. Duncan rinsed a piece of celery and ate it. He rinsed another piece, a baby stalk from the middle of the clump, and ate it. He made an espresso. While it waited in the pot, he ate a piece of celery. Duncan shook the milk carton, poured the frothy milk over a cup of black gold, nuked the espresso-au-lait for 9 seconds, and then another 6 seconds. no! 7 seconds, and took the brew to the porch. Pink porch, the trim painted by the ex-, who was "wiry" and never dieted to stay that way.

The air felt good, the day was nice, snow on the ground, winds aloft.

Duncan went back in the house, his big dog Wylie stayed out.

This diet thing wasn't going to work.

THE TIGHT JEANS DIET:

BREAKFAST:
coffee with hot milk, toast with butter and mesquite honey

SNACK:
celery sticks, all of them
coffee with warm milk

LUNCH:
steamed artichoke with melted butter and lime
angel hair pasta with fresh tomato sauce
string beans sauteed in garlicked olive oil
chess man dark chocolate cookies. 3, then another 3, till box is empty

SNACK:
tecate with lime

DINNER:
green chile cheeseburger with fries
garden salad
pickles
mug root beer

SNACK:
cheesecake

O'BRIEN

It streaked silent across the sky and disappeared. "Three," thought Duncan Blitz. Shooting stars. You're supposed to wish on them, but Duncan liked to take his time, and assign a wish later. "You too, Wylie?" he asked. The big dog leaned closer.
Duncan looked for the Big Dipper. Found it, and Orion, the hunter. When they first moved to New Mexico, he had pointed out the constellation with its sword and belt to Eric, who as a toddler remembered it as "O'Brien's Pants."


O'Brien was supposed to stand with his dogs Canis Major and Canis Minor, but neither Duncan nor his canine knew really where.


Duncan Blitz went inside and wished to celebrate Eric's 50th birthday together.


COSMIC FOOD: ANY FOOD OTHER THAN BROCCOLI (urban dictionary)

DUNCAN'S THREE-STAR DIET:

BREAKFAST:

FRESH SQUEEZED ORANGE JUICE
CAFE AU LAIT
FLAKY CROISSANT WITH SWEET CREAM BUTTER AND BLACKBERRY JAM

LUNCH:
SALAD NICOISE

SNACK:
BELGIAN DARK CHOCOLATE WITH CRYSTALLIZED GINGER
SPRING WATER

DINNER:
STEAMED ARTICHOKE WITH LEMONE BUTTER MAYONNAISE
WILD GAME FOIE GRAS TERRINE
ROASTED RACK OF PORK, SOUPY BLACK BEANS, HERBED WILD RICE
CARMELIZED CAULIFLOWER
BEAUJOLAIS

DESSERT:
DOUBLE DARK CHOCOLATE ICE CREAM
MOET ET CHANDON

Duncan Blitz is on the EAT EXERCISE EXFOLIATE ANTIOXIDATE CHOCOLATE diet

Why a toaster oven? Duncan Blitz split three hunks of cornbread, buttered them, and slid them in the toaster oven. DING! browned and melted, one for him, two for Eric, who was just waking up. Hot coffee, strawberry kiwi yoplait, and toast with gruyere slices and marmalade. Did you invent this, Dad? I don't know, said Dunc. I like it for breakfast, but I bet English people eat the same thing, but with cold toast. Eric: Why do English people eat bad food? Duncan: Because they come from an island where not much grows, and they're Puritans?

Hey, do you want to go out to lunch, or should I pack you something for the bus?

Let's stay here, said Eric.

Duncan made two tuna sandwiches on white, with lettuce, no onion unless Eric would chop it. Milano double chocolate cookies, gummy worms, Utz pretzel sticks, snack pack tropical fruit, mandarin slices. a bottle of ginger beer.

Two great days together. Duncan tried to remember, there was something he meant to tell his son. Witch hazel wipes: "By the way, I don't have hemorrhoids. in case you were wondering. sorry if it's TMI." "That's ok dad. they're not just for hemorrhoids."

and thanks, Duncan said, but not out loud, for showing me your tatoo.

DINNER AT BUSBOYS AND POETS:
catfish dinner, collard greens, sam adams seasonal brew
pizza: fresh tomato, mozarella and basil, garden salad

ORDER-IN DINNER, THE INDIAN PLACE THAT LEFT A FLIER UNDER THE DOOR:
chicken tikka
lamb biryani
samosas
nan
drinks from the fridge

calories: 2025
hanging out together: priceless

THE GORDO DIET. DOES THAT SOUND GOOD?

I was agitated; the Atavan hadn’t kicked in. I prayed my family would forgive my stupidities. I missed the sky. I slept too deep and decided to drive down to the Baja to see Duncan Blitz.

I picked up a 1-week Mexican insurance floater, packed the cooler and an extra pair of jeans, and drove. In Tijuana I filled the cooler with Tecate, Corona and Negra Modelo, bought a couple of tiny tacos de carne asade from a street vendor, noticed the Prius was neither stolen nor smashed, got in and drove. In Rosarito I stopped for camarones a la plancha and a cold beer. I skipped Ensenada, and took the highway through Maneadero, past the spot where I hit the dog. That was thirty years ago and I still feel bad about that dog, but terrible about Hal, who I won’t see again till the afterlife, if.

After the turnoff to Punta Banda I stopped at a roadside stand for 2 jars of olives, a dozen tamales of pork with red chile (an olive buried inside) and a half dozen sweet tamales of corn (cinnamon and a raisin inside). Behind the table the heavyset girl with the glasses and the business smarts had given way to a new heavyset girl with glasses. Probably her granddaughter.

I cranked up a Norteno station on the AM radio, and popped open a cold one for the 20-minute drive to the cove. Punta Banda was still undeveloped, so it was easy to spot the VW next to Duncan’s cabin.

“Hey!” from the opening door. “I was just listening to the game; it’s seventh inning siesta,” he said. I brought in the cooler, and my spare jeans. The cabin was tidy and neat.

The Dodgers lost, improbably, to the Nationals, who won with a sac fly to right in the bottom of the ninth. We decided to check out “La Bufadora,” the blowhole that snorts a tower spray of water from between the rocks. I bought a chocolate con churros but resisted ashtrays, tshirts, painted guitars, ceramic Porky Pigs and Wall-Es at the souvenir stand, and thought about getting my stubby hair braided.

I was still thinking about hair braiding when we decided to walk back from La Buf, to Gordo’s. We sat on the patio, sipping margaritas, and watched the sparkling sea. “Toss a bit of me in the bay, when I’m hay, will you, Dunc?” “Sure,” said Duncan Blitz, looking out at the clear blue swell.

Dinner at Gordo's:

margaritas, frozen, salted rim
guacamole with fresh salsa
dos coronas, with lime
fish tacos, rice, beans, salad
otra cerveza, por favor

dessert: tequila, with salt and lemon

DUNCAN BLITZ IN MEXICO

His line plopped in the sea, and Duncan Blitz reeled it in. Nothing. Another toss, whirr-zizzz, he reeled it through the sparkly blue-gray chop. Nada. Tres Equis in the can, XXX, you don’t see it in the US much. Phhht! Duncan tugged on the Mexican light beer, still cold. He checked the tiny hook, good for small-mouthed fish, cast across the little cove, and reeled. Duncan Blitz was having a very good day.

At home he woke feeling some degree of lousy. But here in the Baja, Duncan felt fine. He could pull up his drawstrings and stand on the patio, to sip a coffee, practice tai chi, or squint at the bay, waiting for a whale to surface, or not.

No Signal, said his cellphone. 4:35PM said his watch. Peace said his brain.

Something hit on the line, and Duncan set the hook. He cranked the spinner, feeling the live shimmer and tug. When he had it near the surface, Duncan lifted the tip of his rod and saw his fish. A nice fat little bass. He had it for dinner with rice and beans, corn tortillas and fresh chopped salsa, with a can of tecate, still cold.

I was dancin’ with my darlin', sang Duncan, working his way through the tune on the accordion he inherited from his mother. Yes I lost my little darlin’ the night they were playin’, the beautiful Tennessee Waltz,

The beautiful Tennessee Waltz.

Clouds rolled over the starry sky, the breeze shifted off shore, and Duncan Blitz had the feeling that tomorrow was going to be a very good day.

THE BAJA DIET:

Breakfast: café con leche, maria cake cookies, huevos con chorizo, rice and beans

Snack: local green olives, cerveza modelo

Lunch: pork tamales (red chile, olive inside), sweet tamales (cinnamon, raisin inside)

Dinner: chicken roasted on the wood fire, beans, tortillas de harina, sweet corn, fresh tomatoes, chopped cilantro, chopped onions, cerveza Bohemia

Snack: nescafe

Giants crickets

Beverly Barkowitz was hooked up to an IV machine that went click, click. She started dreaming about giants crickets, and a large iguana. Too creepy, thought Bev, who woke to hospital noises that sounded like gang-bangers having a party.

Bev phoned Duncan, who tried to reassure her. Then she opened an audiobook on her iPod and slept in and out of narratives by Neil Gaiman.

Bored by day, Beverly Barkowitz rested and healed, healed and rested. She pulled a little thread from her nose.

It was a cockroach.

LOADING UP AND DRAWING DOWN

Duncan Blitz invited Beverly Barkowitz to the movies, she was from the generation that discovered Julia Child. Barkowitz loved Julie/Julia, so did Duncan. After they went to a three-course pris fixe:

He ordered:
spicy crunchy shrimp,
tiny roast chicken
banana bread pudding

She had:
rockfish spring roll
atlantic salmon, with nicoise olives cherry tomatoes and sugar snap peas
and finished with
bittersweet molten chocolate cake

the next day, Duncan went on a clear liquid diet.
ALLOWED:
water
clear broths
lemonade
tea
coffee (no cream)
popsicles

NOT ALLOWED:
milk
cream
milkshakes
orange juice
cream soups or any soup other than clear broth

Duncan was so hungry, he could eat anything. He was starving for a cookie, a fish, a salad, a peach. He could eat the tar off a driveway.

ALLOWED:
Italian Ice

Duncan had lemon.

95 degrees, 95% humidity

Duncan Blitz chopped a baby cuke with iceberg lettuce and sprinkled with wine vinegar, olive oil and salt. Reheated mac chese. Cherry tomatoes from the balcony farm. Jasmine tea with brown sugar and cream? frozen double chocolate milano cookie, cold water.
that was breakfast.
lunch: Cake Love

marash family drives up medical costs, obama declares

duncan thought he'd stop by the hospital to see my husband, who was toughing out a skin infection. He brought a care package.

Hospital Diet:
breakfast: warm coffee-colored beverage
5 packets of white sugar
formerly warm, still lumpy cereal
low fat milk
is that a pancake?
juice flavored orange juice

Duncan's Care Package:
hot espresso with half and half and sugar
warm flaky croissant with butter, choice of marmalade of blackberry jam
graham crackers with fluffy white marshmallow and dark belgium chocolate squares (aka: c-ration s'mores)

lobster roll, extra mayo
crunchy romaine salad dressed in garlicked oil and fresh lime juice, salt and pepper
bistro fries, aioli sauce
ice cold tecate, in the red can
chilled sweet red watermelon
cold thick dark-chocolate-frosted warm chewy yellow cake-love cupcake

FROM THE "A" TEAM

In the long run, darkness always wins. That's why darkness is such an arrogant bastard. And arrogant bastards disserve no quarter. Darkness disserves steady resistance and constant derision. So...Fuck You...Darkness!!

FUCKYOU DEATH

and all your friends say Fuckyoudeath, Leave my Friend Amy Alone

death wants me

to wobble towards its side.

Fuck you, Death!
Go away!

I am firm in the World!
My husband anchors me here.

my children love me
and
the world's better when
I'm in it.

DUNCAN'S 233rd BIRTHDAY

Duncan Blitz was on a tear. He rolled out a pie crust and filled it with fresh blueberries, vented his mom's way, with a foil smokestack. He made an enormous leafy salad, and a gigantic fruit salad and chilled them with the champagne.

He made 2 bowls of guacamole and chips (crushed avocado and salt, no garlic onions, other embellishments that are not guacamole), fresh salsa (tomatoes, cilantro, salt and jalapeno) garden radishes, nuts and fruits.

He put six burgers on the grill, and six dogs. He had six small lobsters, ready to steam, split and serve with drawn butter. He'd serve the baked potatoes still in their foil. His, salted with butter.

Have a beer, he said to his guests as they arrived.

Everyone was hungry, except Kiran, who had worked that day in a tv news factory.

Kiran Khalid is on the FREELANCE PRODUCER DIET, New York City.
Kiran: inhaled a slice of cheese pizza, thin crust of course (you are what you eat!) from the Original Original Ray's Pizza in Greenwich Village. Afterwards, I was tempted to verbally berate myself but happened to glance at my cameraman's bulging belly and thought better of it.

then upon learning that one of my colleagues had dropped the ball in promoting my friend Reza Aslan's upcoming appearance at an undisclosed event, I consumed a baby ruth in about three bites.

And now I'm debating whether another trip to the snack machine might help me deal with my paycheck, or lack thereof.

omg! and now my assignment editor just took up a collection to start a pb&j bar!

$1 gets you into the ingredients he's bringing

Kiran, said Duncan, you've got to get over your dislike of lifer cameramen. Champagne?

the caked and baked diet

breakfast:
ativan, zofran
peanut butter and jelly mini-sandwich
coffee with milk
coffee with condensed milk

lunch:
vicodin
baked potato with butter and salt
mini- cupcake

snack:
gatorade

tea time:
stare at pretzel, nibble
consider peppermint

walk.
sleep

beverly barkowitz

duncan's assignment editor, had colon cancer. everything she ate, was digested through her diminished system; a semi-colon.
beverly was most fond of baked potatoes; easy to digest.
beverly was totally terrified of tiny calamari; picture a tentacled obstruction.

Beverly Barkowitz is on the cancer battle diet;
pre-breakfast; toast with butter and marmalade and sliced asiago cheese. coffee with whole milk.
breakfast; lasagna. coffee flavored ensure.
lunch; pretzel sticks, oatmeal cookies, gatorade.
dinner; oysters on the half shell, veal sweetbreads, molten chocolate cake with vanilla ice cream
after dinn; coffee with condensed milk, ginger snaps
midnight snack; cream cheese and jelly on bagel. tea with milk and brown sugar.

duncan does not have cancer,

he never did.
i have cancer. i lost 25 lbs.
when's the last time you weighed 117, asked David. 9th grade?
my tumor, in its mason jar, has its own life now, its cells are examined on slides, by the pathologist.
do you miss me, tumor?

cancer diet:
pre-breakfast: hot tea, country wheat toast with butter, marmalade, brie and emmanthaler

breakfast: cafe au lait
poached egg
chinese barbecue spare ribs with duck sauce and mustard

lunch: lamb couscous,
moroccan chicken-almond pastilla
gingered iced tea

snack: chocolate ensure

dinner: butterfly shrimp sauteed in olive oil, lime dressing
tossed salad with goat cheese vinaigrette
duncan hines double chocolate fudge brownies, no nuts

late snack: french vanilla ice cream float with coffee ensure

peeps!

Duncan Blitz stopped at the post office for his mail.  Pee-pee-peee-peep peep peeee, said packages somewhere in back, awaiting pickup.   easter chicks, by mail order!  

There was still time to find riding buddies for Sunday, and invite them back for supper.

duncan's renewal dinner:

shrimp cocktail

steamed artichoke with egg-lemon sauce

white bordeaux

grilled baby lamb chops studded with garlic

baked potato with butter and salt

leafy salad 

red shiraz

tyrannie of cheese platter

mousse au chocolate bunny

marshmallow peeps

cognac

DUNCAN IS ON THE GUMMY BEARS DIET

candy is comfort, yummy and sweet 

link to: all's well in candy land

2AM, and Duncan was prowling around his home.  He checked on the kids, put on his barn coat, and went out with his big dog Wylie to look at the sky.   

 

The Big Dipper was straight up.   Orion gives way to Scorpius,  here comes spring.  Goodbye winter, so long Milky Way.  We'll wait till we see a shooting star,  thought Duncan.    

A green meteor silently fired across the corral.  Duncan went in, and threw some logs on the woodstove.

THE GUMMY BEARS DIET:

morning coffee:  cafe au lait with Twix.  

breakfast:  cocoa puffs

lunch: deep-fried Snickers

happy hour:  gummy worms, 2 margaritas

dinner:  Pez, chocolate cake.  candied ginger.

night snack:  Milky Way

no guts

oww, wow-wow, pain in the gas.
i gotta break a big wind.
it's okay, says my husband. i lived in new jersey.

DIGESTIVE DISTRESS DIET:
breakfast: poached egg, toast, goat cheese, cafe au lait
lunch: no
dinner: romaine salad, fried rice, from take-out container, middle shelf of fridge
dessert: chocolate ice cream, melty, in milk, with sliced banana.

palette poverty

i'm waiting to taste food, to know whether i'm hungry and when I'm full. i eat random food i don't enjoy, the food i cook tastes like crap, and i end up with the feeling i've swallowed a large purse.

amy is on the try it diet:
breakfast: tea, toast w jam, sugar smacks w 1% organic milk, half and half optional
snack: taramasalata with warm pita
lunch: grilled sausage with chopped onion, relish, dijon mustard
tea time: espresso with splenda
snack: danactive
dinner: pasta, fruit salad
after dinner mint: prune juice

THOUGHT POVERTY

refers to a relative lack of spontaneity and content. ("Late-Onset Depression"-- e medicine)

Duncan Blitz sat.

Spring will come, he thought. True spring.

(now what?)

gallery opening: what should i wear?

Hope says I should look "stunning" for her show.

Instead of choosing my outfit, then adding shoes from Payless,
This time I'll start with the boots.

Fabulous boots, ankle or high,
I'm shopping for great ones.

Then I'll find something black to wear with the fabulous boots and,
I'll be
stunning.

are hangnails a vegetable?

It's only good to lose weight when you exercise it off the right places.
Fading away on the liquid diet is not losing weight, it's losing a bra size.
Did anyone keep their "Littlest Angel" bra?

THE LIQUID DIET

Duncan Blitz was on a liquid diet, he'd been sick and was mending. Duncan steamed baby peas with butter and salt and drank the pot liquor. He melted cookies n cream ice cream, picked out the chocolate chips, drank the vanilla and pressed the cookie dough through a sieve. He cooked a 4-lb roast, carved it and sipped the drippings. He sauteed onions, beef and potatoes, simmered with parsnips carrots and turnips, and sieved the broth. He went out for miso soup and decided tofu is a liquid. He took home wonton soup and served the soft steamed wrappers to his dog Wylie. Duncan Blitz cooked a delicious sweet potato soup, but it wouldn't liquefy and didn't qualify. He considered ordering a pizza, margarita, to lick the oil.

Comforted by the memory of recent meals, Duncan thought about eggs-bene-with- smoked salmon not bacon, the english muffins sopped with hollandaise and perfectly poached warm runny eggs, that was meal #2. A veal chop with potatoes and garlicky blackened string beans, that was meal #1.

Duncan's pleasure center was dominated by one multi-sensory memory: salted cashews. Crunching salty oily noisy tasty cashews, whole and split. crunch, crunchy cashews. Every neuron wired for a serving dish of crunchy tasty cashews...

BEN'S BISTRO

Ben's Chili Bowl is expanding next door. "Next Door" is the name of the addition, but really it's Upscale Ben's, or Ben's Bistro. Hardwood floors, a long bar featuring ice cold Greenie Meanies* on tap, table service and a menu of girlie food. Don't worry, you can still get a chili cheese dog, or sausage and egg sandwich while you watch the flatscreen tvs. Or rent the space in the backroom for parties. Open till 2AM weekdays, it's the best of all worlds, where the elite meet the street. U Street. soft open in a few weeks, grand opening? I'm guessing Inauguration week.

*Heineken

THE BEN'S DIET:
are you sure you want to know?

home, home!

Duncan's sweetheart was coming home. He bought steak and greens, good red wine, apple cider, half and half. juice oranges, idaho potatoes, a 10-lb turkey. Don't make turkey the first night I'm home, said his true love. So Duncan bought lobsters. bib lettuce- hydroponic, and chocolate ice cream. and butter pecan. He bought persian cucumbers and pickled them, and an english cucumber and pickled it. and did the rest in yoghurt with garlic and shallots. He decided not to buy blueberries from south america because of the carbon footprint. Duncan opened the Godiva and chose from the chocolate chart. dark caramel embrace: a chewey-soft center of chocolate caramel enrobed in dark chocolate. perfect. He picked up the other guide in the Godiva. Nutrition Facts. WHAT THE ...?
Duncan hadn't played in a long time. He sat at the piano and eased into Stand By Me, in a dark caramel embrace.

DUNCAN BLITZ AT 5AM

The phone rang at 5AM, waking Duncan Blitz. Night calls meant work, not worry. But it was a long time since Duncan had freelanced, and the long wait of a long distance connection scared him. Something went wrong in China. “hello?” Wrong number.

Duncan fumbled the phone into its cradle and went back to sleep, shaking.

The worst thing about being old, Duncan’s mom told him, is that your friends die. Moody died and Zannes died. Duncan’s mom died too, and Duncan’s dad. Then Hal died. Holly was in a clinical trial, and Jeff was getting ready for an ordeal designed to save his life.

Duncan Blitz thought: I think my hair is thinning.

MOOD MENDER TEA:
Put two long slices of fresh ginger in a mug of water and nuke 1 min 11 sec.
sip.

MOOD MENDER MUSIC:
MOZART
Piano and violin sonatas

DUNCAN BLITZ BUYS THANKSGIVING GROCERIES

People are not buying, said the produce manager at the GIANT. Nevertheless, I bought a fresh turkey, stuffing mix, sweet potatoes, sparkling cider, cashews, redi-whip.
$12.99 sparkling brut, but I do have a bottle of good stuff in the fridge. Tonight I’m baking apple pie. “See you tomorrow,” said the bagger. “you forgot something.”

HOMEMADE PIE CRUST

APPLE PIE:
Sift 2 cups flour with a teaspoon of salt.
Cut in 3/4 cup CRISCO shortening, using two table knives. Or a fork, till all the flour is coated, not powdery.
Sprinkle with about ¼ c cold water, a little at a time, till the dough is damp, but not gooey wet. Divide into 2 balls, one larger than the other. Chill. Also put the dough in the refrigerator to chill.

Coat the clean kitchen counter with flour and make a little mound of flour. Pat and squeeze the smaller dough ball like you’re warming up. Flatten it on the flour mound, till it’s pancake sized. Roll it out, from the middle to the edges, with a rolling pin, use plenty o flour on the pin, and under the dough. Lift the dough by rolling it up on the pin, and then set it on your pie pan. I think I may have to make you a video. Trim large, w scissors. Fill with apples, cinnamon, sugar, flecks of butter. Roll out the top crust, lay in on top, press the edges together in an artful flute. Poke some holes in the dough and bake at 350 for an hour. Mmm, hot apple pie. Happy thanksgiving!

Duncan contemplates the circle of life

who figured that out, anyway? i want my money back!
on the other hand, our green cherry tomatoes and red jalapenos are entering the pickled of life. maybe death on the vine isn't so bad.

Duncan is tired of greens and lean

Duncan Blitz had a big case of sad. His sadjolais nouveau arrived every year on the third Thursday of November. Magic light was at 4 o’clock, daylight done before 5, News at Ten.

Duncan ordered pizza for dinner, and a beer.

At home he felt ill, or ill at ease. He wondered if he was allergic to alcohol. His old dog Wylie heard him thinking, got up, circled, and plopped back down on the saddle blanket.

Duncan thought, I’m not a very good dad. They know I love them, I’m an okay dad. Then he tortured himself with every mistake he ever made.

Calories from Pizza: 920
Calories from Beer: 200

DUNCAN IN MORNING

Duncan Blitz cut a Valencia orange in half and squeezed it, plus three more, in the juicer. That’s how he started each day in Florida with his father, and that’s how he began today.

His father’s appetite had turned tiny, so Duncan made meals in miniature, serving portions that even his Pop could manage. “Duncan cooks dinner for me," Dad told everyone. Pleased and proud less of Duncan’s ability to make a lollipop lamb chop with a spoonful of baby peas and a sliver of petite potatoes, than happy that his son was there, loyal and loving to the end.

Today was his mother’s birthday, November 19. Mom had a joke at Christmas time, about an old jewish lady who’s caught in a snowstorm on Fifth Avenue and walks into St Patrick’s Cathedral. She finds a nice dry place to sit, and looking around her, realizes it’s Christmas Eve. Staring at the face of Jesus under his crown of thorns, she confidentially whispers, “Don’t cry little boobalee, tomorrow’s your birthday!”

Duncan lit a candle for his mother last night, whispered to her, and went to bed with his prayer.
God bless mom if she’s around, with dad.
And god bless my children, please.
If there were room for another blessing, Duncan would ask god to help him be a mensch and not a jerk.

This morning I poured espresso over hot foamy milk for breakfast and nibbled two skinny ginger cookies: 60 calories

“All my life I tried so hard to be thin, and now I’m supposed to gain weight,” said my mom, on the couch, with cancer.

I thought about my mom, who wanted us to be stoic, and fixed myself hot oatmeal topped with butter, brown sugar and cream, and three pieces of toast. There!

a thousand calories per hour

Duncan Blitz was on a binge. For 13 weeks before his departure date, he had eaten his way through the kitchen. From the freezer, food he didn’t like: chicken, sausage, steak, frozen string beans, ice cream that was not chocolate. From the refrig, packaged cheese, soft cheese, cheese that was not goat cheese. From the pantry, salted nuts, linguine. With the last of the flour and crisco, he rolled a crust and baked an apple tart. He fried an apple and ate that. He broiled apple slices, and ate those with greek yoghurt. He put a blop of jam in a cup of yoghurt and at that too.

Duncan served himself at the dining table, picked up his plate, moved to the coffee table and watched Rachel Maddow, or Morning Joe, Andrea Mitchell or Colbert.

Then his trip was cancelled, and Duncan began to starve. He ate salmon trims on little square crackers. He made a plate of humous on chopped lettuce, with tortillas and olives. He squeezed four oranges. He baked a potato for dinner and drank a foaming mug of warm milk, injected with a double hit of espresso, for breakfast. But he had no paycheck and did not buy food.

For lunch, toast buttered with cinnamon and sugar, until he ran out of butter. For desert, nestles quik, several spoonsful, in an inch or two of milk, nuked.

Duncan Blitz made a hundred calls and stayed in his pajamas till he finally got a work. On payday, he bought a ton of food and ate every two hours. He made a turkey dinner, a roast duck, a baked ham with greens and sweet potato pie. He cooked crispy striped bass and a rack of lamb. He went back to work three and a half days later.

Fortified.

SKINNY JEANS

I just found out that the skinny part is the ankle, so you can wear skinny jeans even if you have a fat ass.
THE SKINNY JEANS DIET:
breakfast: espresso with hot milk, 2 pieces of toast w butter. no jam
lunch: salad of romaine lettuce, dressed with olive oil and salt. lime juice optional
dinner: fresh vegetable, roasted or pan blackened. potato (sweet potato, idaho, or baby, roasted whole or slivered. 4 oz of pasta, meat, or fish of your choice. club soda and red wine. mixed, or not
late snack: Ben & Jerry's Dublin Mudslide ice cream, nuked in micro 11 seconds, with cold 1% milk poured on.
bedtime: chamomile tea or fresh ginger tea

THE SKINNY JEANS WORKOUT:
2 full push-ups, every day
2x 30 minutes jogging, 2x week
walk every day

AMY is on the treat-your-daughter diet:

breakfast: double espresso with whole milk. croissant
shopping break: Westside Pavilion for lots of cute clothes and a roasting pan with rack.
lunch: half dozen oysters, half dozen littlenecks,1 glass muscadet loire valley, “fall salad”, roasted kabocha squash, grilled treviso, dates, pepitas and saint agur cheese, 1 glass fresh lemonade fizz, apple fritters w caramel and sea salt, french pressed coffee
dinner: priceless

camomile

my neighbor says grappa e camomile is very nice, served on the roof patio at marvin.

IGOR IS ON THE DR DROPS DIET:

dr drops diet, no word yet about what these drops are made of:

from Igor Malakhov, video producer, on-air talent, journalist extraordinaire, moscow:

dr drops says that coffee spoils it all.

the best diet for me today -

breakfast- drops

lunch- drops + chicken with mashed potatoes at my mama's +

tea; felt so good! and was so delicious!

dinner- cheese pie with honey + green tea ++ more drops

weight loss- nothing

but- gained nothing as well

and no mucous! (ie, for those whose "humours" are neither fire, air, or water, but phleghm!)

prairie diet: OK

from Holly Sweet, producer/audio tech in Oklahoma:

Yesterday my diet: coffee with big load of milk and splenda. Had to go into microwave just to be drinkable, there was so much milk.

nothing until:

lunch - quick drive through at Taco Bell for bean burrito and small Pepsi. Then drive through Braum's for a single dip, hot fudge sundae. Extra whipped cream. (I don't think they came through)

nothing again until -

on my way to symphony, realizing no time for dinner, I drove through DIFFERENT Braum's for double dip peppermint cone.

Glass of wine at symphony.

Midnight snack of 2 flour tortilla's heated in microwave, then slathered with butter, salt and salsa. And 1/2 glass wine in a Fred Flintstone jelly glass.

cleansing breakfast video

watch the video: amy is on the espresso and oj diet

duncan blitz is on a cleansing diet

breakfast: green tea (extra large mug)

lunch: 6 oz fresh raspberries, chrysanthemum tea

dinner: miso soup, edamame, 2 pc yellowtail sashimi, jasmine tea

evening: fresh steamed ginger tea

late snack: water

duncan blitz's editor's diet

coffee: coffee, with half & half and splenda

breakfast: no breakfast

snack: bearclaw, fresh orange juice

coffee: coffee with cremora and Equal

lunch: Potbelly Italian: capicola, mortadella, pepperoni, salami and provolone. Arizona Iced Tea, chips.

teatime: Rolaids, coffee with cremora and sugar

dinner: broiled red snapper, baby fingerling potatoes tossed with butter and salt, pan blackened string beans, salsa of baby cucumber and baby red onions vinaigrette. 6 oz hard liquor (80 proof), 2 glasses red wine. no dessert.

duncan is on the newspuke diet

morning: double espresso, milk no sugar

pre-breakfast: regular coffee, donut

breakfast: breakfast burrito, diet coke

lunch: no lunch

snack: beef jerky, salted cashews, Gatorade Citrus Cooler, good humor chocolate eclair bar, Gummy peach rings

bottled water, all you can drink

after-work snack: newcastle brown ale, bar mix

dinner: carne asade burrito, tecate

after-dinner treat: camomile tea