|Photo Source: flickr by Swaminathan|
|Smart cat knows if he waits by the rabbit food the rabbits will come to him. Cool as a cucumber he waits. I bet you can't get him to eat rabbit food. Photo Source: Flickr by Psyberartist|
Do you know what foods are nightshade foods? It may surprise you to find that the list includes:
Sweet and hot peppers (bell peppers, and cayenne etc.)
Ground cherries (not real cherries, whatever a ground cherry is...)
*And a few others. This is not an exhaustive list of nightshade foods.
Some researchers claim that the level of alkaloids in nightshade foods are too small to have any real effect. Yet the alkaloids do exist in these foods and can be shown to inhibit cholintesterase at least to a small degree and cooking only reduces the alkaloids by 40-50%. So, you can make up your own mind. Don't believe me, check out more reputable sources and ask your doctor. But I will argue that these nightshade foods are poison. So, these "oh so healthy for you" tomatoes could in fact be poisoning my body and ruining my joints. Why should I trust your health advice after you advocate poison and indigestible foods. No, thank you, I'll pass. Or at least that is what I used to say to myself.
|Look at all those colorful poisons! Photo Source: flickr by moon angel|
Yet desperate times called for desperate measures and there I was standing in my kitchen munching down tomatoes. What on earth was happening? I was starving and it was the only food in my house that could be eaten post haste without any cooking, preparation or waiting-time involved. There was no extended longing for that moment of sweet delight when your food is done and you nibble on the first mouthful. No, immediate gratification was what I needed in order to satisfy the monster growing restless and growling from deep within. But it did not end there. The monster demanded a further sacrifice. It demanded I give up my cause. It demanded I eat... a salad. Yes, a salad. complete with leafy green lettuce and carrots, a rabbit couldn't have been happier. I, the Madder Hatter, the crusader against people eating indigestible rabbit food, succumbed and ate not only two tomatoes but also an entire salad.
I can almost hear myself, that logical side I try so hard to suppress, saying desperate times luv, in a Yorkshire accent of course. But this does not excuse my behavior. It is a mere platitude. Who I am? What have I become? There is no going back from what I have done. What will happen next? I may be lead inexorably downward. Next I could be eating dog food, or bird food. Why stop there? I could move on to worm food and just eat dirt. But there is something else about it that is bothering me deep down. It is the slippery slope to all things bad.
Not only do I feel like I have abandoned my morals (see my struggle with technology) I feel I have also lost my identity. I am no longer a rampant ruffage destroying, rabbit food protesting rapscallion. I'm becoming something else. Dare I suggest it, an adult? Gasp, the reality of such a concept is too horrible to even contemplate for one instant. The unadulterated boredom of responsible adult life swept over me for the milisecond I even considered considering that thought. Cringe. No, no, that can't be it. I'm still five. I must be turning into a rabbit. You are what you eat, right? I'm sprouting whiskers and a little bob tail, aren't I? That is the only logical explanation. I'd better do some research on rabbits next.
|Smart cat guards the rabbit food knowing I must come for it. He is waiting. He sees through me. There is no escape. Photo Source: flickr by Psyberartist|