Is it my imagination...

...or does my asparagus look afraid?

Like it knows what Fate has in store?

My whole crisper is trembling in terror. Because when the root veggies move out and the greenies move in, it means one thing. Its time to play another round of Dr. Simeon's HCG Protocol Ph2!

It's tough. It's monotonous. But does it ever work! Like 25 pounds (and counting) work. Like resetting my taste buds and being able to eat Splenda without getting sick work.

I won't go into the details here, because you'll think I'm a loon. Seriously. My mom did this, and I was more than skeptical. I thought she was nuts. But as I researched with the intent to talk her out of it, I realized that the science behind this actually makes sense. Both in theory, and now in practice. (She finds this roundabout way of coming around utterly hilarious, btw. I think she just likes being right about everything.) So if you've got 3 weeks worth of willpower and some pounds that won't budge, have a look at the link.

Anyway, back to that asparagus.

You'll enjoy being soup. Think of it as a higher plane of being. Or don't think. Because your a headless bunch of grass.

Note: this is an experimental soup. If it is a success, I'll post the recipe. If not, I'll pretend I don't know what you're talking about.