Post by colormist on Jul 24, 2008 10:31:50 GMT -5
I love pickles. I had just bought a jar of hamburger sliced pickles from Target and ate a few before deciding to make a peanut butter & pickle sandwich. I don't do this regularly, just when I feel like being odder than usual. I ate the sandwich with much funfair and felt sick afterward, like I normally do when I ate peanut butter & pickle sandwiches as a kid. I didn't think much of it.
Two days ago, I get home and decide pickles would make a fantastic appetizer. I munch away on at least ten slices (sharing a few with the dog) before I realize that they taste a little different. I was equating the taste to apple cider vinegar or red wine vinegar. So I look at the label to see the second ingredient HIGH FRUCTOSE CORN SYRUP. I scream in agony. NOOOOOOOOOO!!!!! It's times like these that I really wish I was capable of vomiting on demand. My husband laughs at my folly as I collapse into a depression onto the table.
I frantically search the kitchen for the next-to-best potato chip product and settle on eating way too many cheese curls. MMMMMMM. Then I add a couple slices of buttered rosemary toast. Of course, after stuffing myself sufficiently so I wouldn't be subject to the poisons of HFCS, I had no room for an actual dinner.
And that's one reason why I don't ever eat a normal dinner.
Lesson: Always read the labels on the pickle jar. Just because they say Dill Pickles doesn't mean they're HFI safe--especially not at Target. (this lesson would be much better if it rhymed)
Two days ago, I get home and decide pickles would make a fantastic appetizer. I munch away on at least ten slices (sharing a few with the dog) before I realize that they taste a little different. I was equating the taste to apple cider vinegar or red wine vinegar. So I look at the label to see the second ingredient HIGH FRUCTOSE CORN SYRUP. I scream in agony. NOOOOOOOOOO!!!!! It's times like these that I really wish I was capable of vomiting on demand. My husband laughs at my folly as I collapse into a depression onto the table.
I frantically search the kitchen for the next-to-best potato chip product and settle on eating way too many cheese curls. MMMMMMM. Then I add a couple slices of buttered rosemary toast. Of course, after stuffing myself sufficiently so I wouldn't be subject to the poisons of HFCS, I had no room for an actual dinner.
And that's one reason why I don't ever eat a normal dinner.
Lesson: Always read the labels on the pickle jar. Just because they say Dill Pickles doesn't mean they're HFI safe--especially not at Target. (this lesson would be much better if it rhymed)
