My resume is just about done, which is surprising, considering the amount of time I've spent on Cancer Banter, the Susan Carrier site.
As a rule, I avoid anything related to innards, including mine. Denial, pure and simple.
But her site does not bring out my pathological aversion to health problems. She's a cross between a Jane Austen heroine and an Olympic athlete. Such clear-eyed, unsentimental but perfect prose. I root and cheer, and have to tune in daily. She's funny, she's sad, she's down, she's up, and always, she writes beautifully.
So, on one post she mentioned the need to gain 25 pounds. And it got me thinking -- how would I do it if the world were my oyster, so to speak. (And not oysters, because calorie count is low.) So here is my embarrassing list of fat-inducing pleasures:
The crusty charred rind on the top of a prime rib roast
Bacon that has toasted on top of a roasted turkey
Cream cheese carrot cake frosting
Mother's circus cookies (the white and pink ones)
Swanson's beef pot pie
Bite-sized Reese's peanut butter cups
Malted milk balls
Deep fried seafood with tartar sauce
Canned corned beef hash
Buttered toast with blue cheese
I hope Susan has better taste.