What’s loaded with protein and looks like grape Laffy Taffy? Why, it’s my latest smoothie concoction, and it’s full of goodness.
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From the monthly archives:
August 2010
I’m the infamous Ankle-Biting Terrier. I make limited appearances these days because I’m almost 17 and I have better things to do with my life than free promos for you blogging idiots. So I guess it’s your lucky day. I was just relaxing here in my easy chair, cleaning out the old medicine chest. (It [...]
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Breakfast made in batches makes for more enjoyable mornings. Good ole Bob and his Red Mill creations. He grinds a mean flax meal and now he’s come out with a delicious hot cereal made from rice, corn, and buckwheat.
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Anytime I read about raw diets I feel like I’ve been eating out of trash cans up until now—the nutrients, the vitamins, the ever-loving enzymes of whole, natural, living foods.
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I owe my first bout of tolerable running to a foster dog named Grace. She was a runner all right. Only problem was, if she ever got loose, she’d keep on running, and running, and running.
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Sherry came to a fork in the road. And she waited for her momma. I am fostering the most amazing dog on the planet. Smooches, kid. This is what a proud parent must feel like.
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Sometimes, nutrition writers put it so perfectly (or disgustingly) that it sets you straight for life. Dr. Barnard, describing how chicken processing baths are not unlike “a tub of fecal soup,” comes to mind.
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