I started on Weight Watchers a couple of weeks ago. I am taking a vacation in Hawaii
I did well, lost 10 lbs.
Today I went into the grocery store to get supplies for the weekend ... lots of fresh veggies to choose from, carrots, celery, lettuce, broccoli, cauliflower, rhubarb ... RHUBARB?! Wait, it's too early for RHUBARB!
So now I am in a position of having to make a tough decision right there in the fresh produce portion of Kroger ... I know from past experience that if I wait there is a fairly good chance there will not be rhubarb again this year. They only get about one or two shipments a year and some guy who owns a restaurant locally has somebody at Kroger call him and he comes in buys up the total shipment.
I'm not sure I can go a whole year without rhubarb crisp.
I have visions of Rhubarb Crisp floating in my mind ... not just rhubarb crisp, but HOT rhubarb crisp with a big scoop of vanilla ice cream on top.
Suddenly my decision is made for me when I remember I have been a little constipated for about a week so I snatch up 3 or 4 lbs of rhubarb and head home.
Rhubarb is famous for solving that little dilemma.
My reasoning is simple, I can re-start my diet next week and still lose what I want before the trip, when the rhubarb crisp is all gone and the last shipment for the year has been snatched up by the local restaurant.
The location and name of this restaurant is a carefully guarded secret; the location is known only to Yankees, and they want to keep it that way.
The last time I was in Kroger, a guy bought a half dozen of those gallon sized cans of Cream of Mushroom Soup. I wish I had followed him. He has to be the chef at that place.
Just recently I overheard part of a conversation about Tuna Noodle Hot Dish in a restaurant, but when they saw me coming they started talking abut the weather. I did ask them, "You wouldn't happen to be Lutheran would you?" They said, "Well, as a matter of fact we are Lutheran!" In hopes of tricking them into telling me where this Yankee Restaurant is located, I whispered, "Can you tell me a place in the area that serves lutefisk?"
They took a step back and said, "We might be Lutheran, but we aren't CRAZY! Not even Norwegians and Swedes eat THAT anymore."
Then they said, "Tell me something, do you like hot grits with butter on them, corn bread muffins generously slathered with home made peach jam, fresh biscuits smothered in molasses, coffee so strong the spoon bounces out when you try to stir it, and a big glass of sweet iced tea for breakfast? Do you have trouble saving enough room for a big piece of Maw-Maw's famous peanut butter pie?"
I had to admit it had my mouth salivating just thinking about it, and admitted my affinity for these delights.
They said, "You may be a Yankee at heart but you've been in the South far too long to qualify to eat at the Yankee Restaurant."
The price we ex-pats from South Dakota
