I know I've regaled you with my introduction before, but feel the need to go further in depth.
As the product of a Cajun grandmother (Meme Fontenot), I've been long fascinated with the alchemy of the kitchen, and its ways and means of how to arrive at a superior product. This fascination has often been at odds with my friends' curiosity, whereby they'd be more than satisfied to stop at Rally's or McD's at 3 AM rather than cook something up infinitely more satisfying. The vast majority of my comrades look upon my zeal of food and the enjoyment of pleasure as idle fancy and a "passing fad". Why buy Rogue Ale when Pabst is infinitely cheaper?
I'm also a drummer in a punk rock band, arguably the most demanding position in ANY band. When they ask about the secret of my stamina, I tell them about the dynamics of my diet: NO crap (NOOOOO fast food--EVER, nothing that spikes blood sugar at lunchtime), and ample exercise (biking about 20 miles a day), and, of course, punk drumming (an aerobic a workout as can be found anywhere!!!).
It just pisses me off when people try to "indoctrinate" me into the ways and means of lazy living: i.e. fast food, blowing off exercise, living on YooHoo and potato chips, etc...because THEY DO IT. And THEY gripe and bitch constantly how tired and run down they feel. Gee...And my CHIEF GRIEVANCE IS....
In a town like ours, where there's a wealth of eateries beyond mundane chain, knucklehead, fast food hell, why freaking EVER opt for the lowest common denominator???
Damn. Feel free to ignore this rant. It may be the wine talking.
Get a bicycle. You will certainly not regret it, if you live. --Mark Twain