As I was cleaning carrots I pulled from my mother's garden, I thought about A: the nutritional value and B: how happy these carrots must be to avoid processing, shipping and manhandling. And by carrots I mean me. If I were to go on the 100 Mile Diet I would have to subsist on apples, grapes, carrots, kale, potatoes, corn, onions and goldfish from the pet store.
Ah yes, but you can season everything with delicious parsley. I planted a small patch last year which came back up double the size this year - not bad for an annual plant! Next year I suspect I will be eating nothing but parsley but at least I will have nice breath.
Three verifiable things about me. One. I am an only child. The concept of sharing, therefore, is foreign to me. Two. I am a Virgo. The sign regarded as a perfectionist. Three. My mother raised me to be meticulously clean; compulsively tidy. According to my mother, "You have taken this clean thing way too far." I disagree. Apologies to my mother.
Nature or nurture? Who knows? Who cares? I have not been diagnosed with Obsessive Compulsive Disorder. Nor would I label myself a Cleanaholic. Or a Germaphobe. My world though, is definitely a unique place. One where doors open magically. Hotel mattresses are pristine. And estheticians never double dip.
I live in this world without a bubble or a honeycomb mask. About 15 years ago I got tired of catching the flu du jour and became ever more so hygienically vigilant -- perhaps obsessively so.
Ah yes, but you can season everything with delicious parsley. I planted a small patch last year which came back up double the size this year - not bad for an annual plant! Next year I suspect I will be eating nothing but parsley but at least I will have nice breath.
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