Category Archives: Food
Here’s another bracket from our young adults Bible study last week.
I was shocked that only one Cap’n Crunch (Crunch Berries) won a single matchup when we voted on the winners. My final four would be Cinnamon Toast Crunch, Frosted Mini Wheats, Cocoa Pebbles, and Cap’n Crunch Crunch Berries.
What would your final four be?
Throughout the month of November I am writing about the first thing for which I am consciously thankful each day. I am doing this simply as a way to be more intentionally grateful. For more on this project, check out the first one or even last year’s 30 Days of Thanks.
This time of year is depressing! The days are getting shorter, the temperature getting lower, and the trees getting naked. You don’t think that should affect us bipeds? Here’s anecdotal evidence to the contrary—I was working in my office yesterday and noticed that night had fallen. In true Sherlockian form, I deduced that it must be time for me to get home. Nope! It was 4:27.
Yes, I am aware that Sherlock Holmes would have probably just looked at his watch or his cell phone or the systems tray on his PC to tell time rather than relying on the relative amount of light coming through the mini blinds. We all can’t be Sir Arthur Conan Doyle.
The silver lining of this race toward the solstice is that we usually get to reunite with old friends. Last night I was able to reconnect with one in a very meaningful way. I haven’t seen this companion in a very long time but, nevertheless, he was there for me about two hours after my afore-mentioned disappointment over the speed of the earth’s rotation. When the earth is spinning into darkness too quickly, it’s nice to share the light of long-lost friends.
Today, November 28, I am thankful that I was able to reconnect with Burger King’s Angry Whopper.
Maybe you have a life. Maybe you don’t want to waste ten minutes reading this speculative blog post about a topic that makes no difference in the world. Maybe your time is more valuable than mine because you are busy doing something worthwhile like inventing the world’s second working flux capacitor. Since I value all of my readers, I will cut to the chase for those of you who don’t want all the reasons leading up to my conclusion. Here’s the conclusion: Dr Pepper Ten won’t last. Oh, and when you get that flux capacitor hooked up to Mr. Fusion correctly, come back and read the rest, because you’ll obviously have all the time in the world.
Dr Pepper Ten has a lot going for it:
The Commercials. Have you seen them? They really appeal to the male audience they are going after. It doesn’t matter what’s happening, if I see that commercial while I’m flipping channels I’m going to stop cruising and watch. I love it that they are emphasizing the “ten manly calories” and throwing in a bunch of cliché guy humor. What makes me like this aggressive marketing tactic even more is that the National Organization for Women is opposed to it.
The Taste. Dr Pepper Ten actually tastes good. Let’s face it, you either like diet drinks or you like their sugar-laden older brothers. Very few people, in my experience, really like both. I do not enjoy diet drinks. At least I didn’t until acesulfame potassium started being used as a sweetener of soft drinks. Known to its fans and closest friends as “Ace K”, this artificial sweetener has gained considerable market share in drinks like Coke Zero, Pepsi Max, and Pepsi One. It is combined with aspartame in Dr Pepper Ten and it is tolerable even to those of us who prefer real sugar and obesity to that weird aftertaste of most diet colas sweetened only with aspartame.
The Trust Factor. Diet Dr Pepper has a good reputation. Even those with a propensity for high octane colas can appreciate that Diet Dr Pepper tastes less diet than the others. Maybe it’s because the artificial sweetener is outnumbered by 22 other flavors. I tried Dr Pepper Ten because I figured that if Diet Dr Pepper is tolerable, then this new “just for men” version has to be even better. It definitely is.
All of these positives make it really sad that Dr Pepper Ten will go the way of the dodo sooner rather than later. All you need to do is look at the can to realize this.
Two diet colas marketed primarily to men have successfully become mainstays—Coke Zero and Pepsi Max. Coke Zero is even offered in Chik-Fil-A and Wendy’s fountains right alongside Coca-cola and Diet Coke. Do they look diet? Do they look feminine?
I believe they are popular due to simple psychology- Men don’t think it’s manly to drink diet soda. In order to successfully market a diet drink to a man it should be missing the word diet and anything that makes it look like a diet drink. Dr Pepper Ten, you got it half right, but five out of ten just won’t cut it.
During the month of November I am writing about the first thing that I am consciously thankful for each day as a way to be more intentionally grateful. Check out the first one for more information on why I am doing this.
I hate leftovers. There, I said it. I know that some kid in Africa would love to have my thrice-reheated green bean and salami casserole and I would love for him to have it. I am also aware that it makes me sound like a spoiled six-year old when I say it, but that’s just the way I feel. I hate leftovers.
“Jeff, you can’t even tell the difference. In fact, it tastes even better the second time around.”
Really? That’s what you’re going with? You’re going to imply that spending three days at 40 degrees Fahrenheit makes your casserole taste better? In that case, I’m glad I skipped it the first time. Is it reformed now? Were the half-empty bottle of vinaigrette and that little box of baking soda a good influence? Is your food rehabilitated? Is it able to contribute positively to society after its time in the cooler? No thanks. I prefer food that’s not out on parole.
I used to say something similar to the previous paragraph at some point during the Thanksgiving break until I discovered that I don’t hate all leftovers. I now have a general rule of what I will eat and I would like mothers everywhere to consider this guideline as a gesture of good will to your child who was cursed with the ability to tell the difference in a fresh meal and one from last Wednesday: Leftovers are only good if they can be made into a sandwich.
Take the leftover stuffing and form it into a patty like you would hamburger meat then fry it in a buttered pan. You can use these fried patties, which have the consistency of a crab cake, as the bread of any kind of leftover sandwich. Usually I just top mine with turkey and pour gravy over it for an open-faced sandwich. This year my dad suggested some shredded pepper jack cheese and since I’ve never turned down cheese…
The funny part is that this has become something that my dad and I look forward to every year and it always happens the same way–he puts as much food into his patty as is possible (potatoes, green beans, cranberry sauce), we complement each other on how great an idea this was, we set off the smoke detector and my mom pretends to be mad, we try to get other family members to partake and they look at us like we’re asking them to try an arsenic pancake.
Isn’t that what holidays with family are all about? Doing crazy things and keeping them just because you enjoy being with your family is my definition of tradition. Yesterday morning the first thing he said to me was “you want to fry some stuffing for lunch?” and I know I’ll hear him say that every Thanksgiving we’re together so…
Today, November 26, I am thankful for holiday traditions and being able to share them with the ones I love.