In my new journey of healthful eating ... not a new journey, a renewed journey, a surrendered journey ... I ordered a Vegan shake meal replacement online ... I had read a lot about it and thought I'd just try a sample package ... before investing in the tub that is the size of my daughter!
It arrived ... from Canada I think ... which should have been the 1st red flag ... right?
Well, this morning I tasted it and ...
IT TASTED LIKE DIRT ... as if I had licked the bottom of my shoe or my car tires or the inside of a fireplace ... IT WAS SOOOO DISGUSTING! Really? Canadians? You can sell dirt? Really?
What is it about something gross ... tasting or smelling ... and the need to have another person verify it? "WOW that stinks ... here, smell it!" Right? We've all done it ... either being the 1st person or the 2nd ... and we do it still ... "Really it smells bad? Lemme smell it." What is wrong with us???
Of course I had to have Caloy taste the dirt-vegan-#$@%-Canadian-concoction, only to verify my findings ... of course. I told him I made him a shake this morning and I had already had mine ... so he went into the kitchen, in my eye sight, I HAD to see his reaction ... and whew ... it was just like mine! It's amazing how clearly my Deaf husband can speak when he doesn't like something ... He can't say my name, but he could sure describe the taste of the dirt shake. Hahaha, it was quite funny.
Thank you Lord for my taste buds ... for the ability to tell if something tastes like the asphalt on my street or a yummy chocolate soy shake. Thank you Lord for my husband and his willingness to try just about anything ... He is such a good man, snowshoeing disaster and all, I love him so much Lord. Thank you for my funny children, for our family and friends and for the love you continually surround us with ... and Lord please don't let the Canadians sell dirt any more. Amen.
1 comment:
That is so funny! Yuck!!
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