So, I am not diabetic.
Not yet, anyway.
My blood work that was done on May 25, 2020, told me so.
The Hemoglobin A1C numbers do not lie.
That means, at least for now, I can still consume energy-dense and highly palatable food and drink.
But I am careful about it, just for the record. I don’t want to abuse this grace that has been so liberally imparted to me.
At some point before this post, I had written about An Awesome Junk Food Combination, that I used to frequently partake in.
It was a Mister Goodbar and a Starbucks Vanilla Frappuccino in a glass bottle.
I would frequent a certain truck stop not too far from my residence just to buy this treat and I would make an outing out of it.
Well, I can still drink almost any sort of coffee I want.
I’m not one to drink Starbucks on the regular.
I much prefer Cafe` Du Monde Coffee and Chickory with Half ‘N’ Half and no sugar.
I’ll also settle for the Clover Valley Doughnut Shop Blend in a similar configuration.
Clover Valley is the in house food products brand for The Ruble, I mean, The Dollar General, for those of you who didn’t know.
So, while I may have had lunch at Starbucks a time or two in my early twenties when I was working, I probably wouldn’t be caught dead in a Starbucks at this point in my life.
The only time I now consume a Starbucks product is the Frappucinos sold in individual glass bottles at trucks stops.
And since I cannot pair it with a Mister Goodbar anymore, I don’t drink Starbucks at all.
I did, however, find a new candy bar, that I can enjoy.
Meet Nestle` Crunch!
It is a little similar to a Mister Goodbar except it is made with Nestle` Chocolate (and I am a huge fan of anything Swiss) as opposed to Hershey’s Chocolate and instead of having peanuts suspended in the chocolate bar, it’s puffed up rice particles suspended in chocolate.
Since I’ve been living alone, my love affair with rice has abounded.
I find myself buying and eating a lot of rice because it goes well with so many entrees.
There’s even a meal originating from East Houma where one takes fried fish, white rice and ketchup and eats them all together. Believe it or not, this seemingly odd combination is quite tasty.
I’m not from East Houma, nor have I ever established residence there, at least not as of writing this piece, but I have a definite appreciation for that side of town.
I could go on to compare Houma to New Orleans and point out the numerous striking similarities. I’ve realized this, by the way, since about April of 2018 and I know I would get a lot of laughs but I would probably also offend quite a lot of people, so I probably won’t write it publically for the foreseeable future. I have told it via text messaging or verbally to friends and neighbors and I indeed got a lot of laughs.
All right, let’s focus on the task at hand. I’m all over the place right now. I hope you, the reader, are amused!
What is the task at hand, though? There’s a lot on my mind at the moment!
So, since I am allergic to peanuts now, albeit only slightly, but enough to cause discomfort, much to my displeasure I, therefore, quit eating all peanuts. But, I can still have all the rice I want.
I guess it would then make sense that I enjoy Nestle` Crunch so much.
So my new favorite candy bar is Nestle` Crunch. I have been eating it now and then since early childhood, but as of recently, I find myself purchasing a bar or two every time I go make groceries.
By the way, making groceries is an outing for me and has been since about the age of twenty-five. Making groceries as a divorcee is more peaceful and fun than doing so as a henpecked husband
And if you, the reader, are wondering what do I mean when I use the phrase “making groceries”, it simply means grocery shopping. It’s a saying from the New Orleans English dialect known affectionately as “Y’at.” Some of my characters, especially in my Post Modern stories, frequently use this phrase as well.
And if I am going to be away from home, for any time I stock up on a few bars and store them in my EDC backpack, either as comfort food, a quick energy boost while not home or just so my evening medication can be better absorbed. I am currently looking for a sweetened milk and coffee based drink to pair with it. Might I add that I am open to suggestions!
Speaking of all this, I have yet to figure out whether or not chocolate and/or coffee enhances my writing potential as Wild Cherry Pepsi does.
Since I have absolutely no commitments other than going to church on Sunday and Wednesday and of course, my blog, I am trying to spend more time hanging out at the Houma City Docks and watching barge traffic. I feel so happy when I am at the docks. It’s peaceful. The people there are friendly. I have my scanner tuned to all the VHF Marine Channels so I can be informed as to when a vessel will come by and what direction is it coming from. And it sure is interesting to see all that travels by water and where it all comes from. It’s truly good clean fun and it is a pretty cheap hobby. And while I am engaged in it, I get all caught up in the moment and usually get some inspiration to write that is on par with a trip to New Orleans. Did I not say Houma was like New Orleans? My comparisons are both flattering and pejorative. By the way, I was hanging out at the docks several hours ago and just look at how it has caused me to write three pieces in just a short amount of time. Might I add that I hadn’t contributed to this blog for a couple of weeks? I hope all of my followers can forgive me and bear with me. My inspiration waxes and wanes, but I’m learning that during times of little or no inspiration, I must needs to make or at least find inspiration.
By the way, I was initially interested in watching trains, until I had a dream in October of 2015, that caused me to realize marine traffic. Not only that, but the days of railroad communications being in the clear are also severely numbered, whereas marine communications will be in the clear for decades to come. Watching barge traffic is almost as fun as watching trains and in some ways, it is even more rewarding and less risky, on every level.
I wish I could go on amusing you, the reader, with my thoughts, but my back is starting to hurt.
Who would have thought that a simple fall on some wet stairs six years ago would do so much damage to my back?
I thank God though, that my back injury isn’t nearly as bad as it could be.
All in all, I hope this post has been worth the read and I thank you for sticking with it until the end.
Hopefully, I can live up to my personal standard of posting new material at least a few times a week from now on.
This, therefore, concludes my piece, for now.
Have a blessed day!