Right on the Edge
I’m right on the edge. Here’s how that works. I came home last night, after a long and often aggravating day, longing for a chance to relax. I glanced wistfully at the cabinet that held bottles of HP, of Aberlour, of Macallan, Bruichladdich, Bunnahabhain, all the usual suspects. But despite their beckoning call, I passed that cabinet by. Instead, I opened the fridge, and took out a bottle of sour cherry juice, which I then mixed with Pelligrino water. I could have added a nice maraschino cherry and pretended that I was once again six years old, sitting in Lorenzos, listening to Carl Mano play the guitar, and imagining myself as an adult enjoying a cocktail, as my folks were then doing. But I didn’t do that; I settled for the cherry juice and alkaline sparkling water, and skipped the optional reminiscence.
The great thing about Pelligrino water is that it’s highly alkaline. Cherry juice too. Andy claims that when he drinks these alkaline beverages, he feels decades younger, if only for an hour or two. Me, I drink them and feel nothing much at all. Now, if I were to drink a stiff pour of Macallan 17, after a long and aggravating day, I might not feel 21 again, but I sure as hell would feel a lot more mellow. But when you’re living on the edge, you can do without that mellow feeling. I guess the point is that you school yourself to relax, notwithstanding all the stress and aggravation. I’ll be a Zen master in the midst of turmoil and chaos. Either that or I’ll just be aggravated and pissed off most of the time. Who knows?
The one thing I won’t do is drink that green stuff that Andy makes every morning. I tried it, and as much as I like strong tastes, I really couldn’t see making a habit of that gook. See what happens is that Andy looks in his fridge for anything that’s old, and green, and otherwise inedible. Is there an avocado skin that you’d ordinarily throw out? Perfect. How about all those green things on the top of carrots, and beets, and parsnips? Those are great too. Same for the stump at the bottom of a lettuce or cabbage. Or maybe there just some weeds that fell on the floor, or the greens they stuff in the vase when they deliver the flowers, or even a piece of cheese that’s no longer recognizable because it’s turned totally green. That’s fine too. Apparently the greener and the more disgusting it gets, the more alkaline it gets, so it becomes good for you. I almost forgot – you have to add a couple lemon peels for flavoring.
Andy then throws everything in a juicer, grinds it up, and pours it in a big beer glass, which seems to me a waste of a good beer glass, except you have to pour this gunk somewhere if you want to drink it. Now if you don’t have a juicer, you can mix everything up in the garbage disposal, and then drain it into a big glass. Either method works just fine. And it tastes about the same, even when flavored with all of yesterday’s garbage.
But as I said above, that was a bit too much for me. I’ve agreed to go with the no alcohol and no coffee diet for the time being. And I’ve also signed on for the alkaline diet regimen. Ionized water, cherry juice, bananas, the works. But I won’t go for the green stuff. That wouldn’t be living on the edge; that would really take me over the edge, into who knows where.
The great thing about Pelligrino water is that it’s highly alkaline. Cherry juice too. Andy claims that when he drinks these alkaline beverages, he feels decades younger, if only for an hour or two. Me, I drink them and feel nothing much at all. Now, if I were to drink a stiff pour of Macallan 17, after a long and aggravating day, I might not feel 21 again, but I sure as hell would feel a lot more mellow. But when you’re living on the edge, you can do without that mellow feeling. I guess the point is that you school yourself to relax, notwithstanding all the stress and aggravation. I’ll be a Zen master in the midst of turmoil and chaos. Either that or I’ll just be aggravated and pissed off most of the time. Who knows?
The one thing I won’t do is drink that green stuff that Andy makes every morning. I tried it, and as much as I like strong tastes, I really couldn’t see making a habit of that gook. See what happens is that Andy looks in his fridge for anything that’s old, and green, and otherwise inedible. Is there an avocado skin that you’d ordinarily throw out? Perfect. How about all those green things on the top of carrots, and beets, and parsnips? Those are great too. Same for the stump at the bottom of a lettuce or cabbage. Or maybe there just some weeds that fell on the floor, or the greens they stuff in the vase when they deliver the flowers, or even a piece of cheese that’s no longer recognizable because it’s turned totally green. That’s fine too. Apparently the greener and the more disgusting it gets, the more alkaline it gets, so it becomes good for you. I almost forgot – you have to add a couple lemon peels for flavoring.
Andy then throws everything in a juicer, grinds it up, and pours it in a big beer glass, which seems to me a waste of a good beer glass, except you have to pour this gunk somewhere if you want to drink it. Now if you don’t have a juicer, you can mix everything up in the garbage disposal, and then drain it into a big glass. Either method works just fine. And it tastes about the same, even when flavored with all of yesterday’s garbage.
But as I said above, that was a bit too much for me. I’ve agreed to go with the no alcohol and no coffee diet for the time being. And I’ve also signed on for the alkaline diet regimen. Ionized water, cherry juice, bananas, the works. But I won’t go for the green stuff. That wouldn’t be living on the edge; that would really take me over the edge, into who knows where.
posted by pops | 7:52 PM
6 Comments:
David, you’ve written more in your two latest postings than that don’t pertain to the Sox, the Orange, A-Rod or single malt than ever. I think the combination of witnessing me ingest gobs of dark green vegetable juice and you not drinking booze are having an adverse effect on you. At the risk of burning a hole in your esophagus, you may have to start taking an occasional snort or at least chew on some tobacco and spit it out somewhere. You’re seriously neglecting your vices.
If you don’t start getting some new nasty habits, you’re well on your way of moving into an ashram or Buddhist Monastery.
Also, let’s not forget Linda’s miracle adhesive strips. While they don’t come in green, man are oh man are they something else!
I think we boomers suffer from being disciples of Dr. Spock. Our parents’ generation tough it out much more than we do. My mother in law is 88, eats & drinks in any quantity what ever she likes. There is more junk food in her pantry than I’ve ever seen. She never exercises. She has less aches and pains than I do. My mother never ate ANY fruits or vegetables except for a rare piece of iceberg lettuce or half of a banana.
I can’t think of one person over 80 that is intolerant to any food group. They all drink chlorinated water with a pH of 3.5.
I’m extremely impressed with your memory of Carl Mano.
Berg,
Listen to Andy. Get some new 'bad' habits. You can expand the title of your blog. I'm more than willing to support these new 'bad' habits in every way.
Bulk up on high PH, get clearance from your MD then start to blend your alkaline and acid life again.
Let's look at your 'bad' habit options in coming blogs. The obvious ones to consider: gambling, addiction, porno and gluttony. You get the idea. We don't have to be hard core but a distraction from your quest for high PH could be helpful.
As Andy pointed out the healthy lifestyle may be over stated.
Off to CA.
Later,
G-man
I'm w/G. on this. pH is not a factor in gambling or porn. I'm not too cool w/gluttony, though.
BTW, Gran Torino was great (I'm saying this primarily to steer this blog towards movies). Clint absolutely rules!
Gotta go. I've got to dip into my veggie fountain of youth for a nice tall 16 oz. glass of blended kale, parsley, ginger and lemon.
From 5000 miles away I can tell you that GERD or reflux esophogitis or whatever you want to call it is a drag. Never mind the whiskey and coffee but what about the zchug? That's right, it's a no no, along with too much hawaij. Of course I often go off the wagon, only to curse all the Yemenites in the world afterwards. How did I get involved with these people? So David, I can only say that I sympathize - but the next time you come to visit, the shawiya will be very charif. Bring your gastro pills with you.
Enough of this falderall. We are on the threshold of the most sacred day of the year - Opening Day. So let us talk some baseball. I am sooooooooooo excited to be a Yankee fan this year. We finally have solid rotation and the makings of a very good bull pen. Hank is spending like his old man did and I couldn't be happier. Salary cap? how ridiculous. Could anyone imagine a league with parity? It would ruin baseball. By the way with all the stink about how we spend do the math on the Sox. They spend more per capita in their market, they spend more per seat in their stadium then any team in baseball.
The Sox run is over. Tampa Bay was last years news and Keen's is a Yankee playground...daled
Not much time as a am packing for an early departure to the left coast.
I like the interaction welcome Andy and Fran to David's corner of collective self indulgence.
Even though I am sympathetic tp the race of GERD people. We should not allow the blog to deteriorate into a AARP dialog. BTW I am totally in favor of a healthy lifestyle as it is a corner stone of my business. But all things need balance and we need sex, drugs and rock and roll. If not all 3 then most of them. Back to baseball, whisky, food and I won't mind movie talk.
Now to Daled. Yankee fans are poised and ready to kick AL East butt. We gave all you redsox fans a run with half a rotation. Now we call in the 'A' team for 2009.
Go Yankees.
G-man
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