Magpie and Muttonfly

I tend to blame my chubs on the fact that I love food.  All food.  I don’t play favorites, my friends.  I’m an equal-opportunity-eater. 

But I had to rethink this premise …  

This morning I’m on Skype, chatting away with my brother and sister-in-law, when the subject of Blood Pudding is broached. Sure, I’ve heard of the stuff.  But I always assumed it was merely a description of the coloring.  It never occured to me that it might actually be “blood protein.” BLOOD PROTEIN!  I was still trying to retrieve my jaw from the desktop when my sister-in-law pulled a lump from fridge.  There it was, in all it’s glory.  For my listening pleasure, she read the ingredients – basically, bloody butt fat, mixed with flour, and a hint of apple sauce.  Mmmmm!  Tasty!

Maybe I should buy a loaf.  Then I could I tell myself – it’s either this or a carrot.  Then again … I’d probably just hop in the car and find myself a cheeseburger and french fries – jumbo large – all to expunge the thought from my mind…