I went to go see UP last week with a large group of fascinating people. It was pretty much demoralizing. I can’t remember the last time I felt so mainstream, unless you count the time I almost had a coronary over Zack Morris. See below for the visual:
Sigh. I was just looking for an excuse to show off my favorite picture of all time. Anyways, one of the fascinating people is a Rawist. I’m not sure that’s a legit word, but everyone kind of accepted it, so who am I to question it? She got her title by only eating raw, real foods, and processed food has no place in her life. She showed up at the theater for the 10:30 p.m. showing of Up with a Whole Foods bag stocked with fruit. As in, she showed up peeling a grapefruit, progressed to a carton of blackberries, THEN a carton of strawberries, and concluded with yet another grapefruit. I had never seen anything like it.
There’s an old myth that the grapefruit burns fat like nothing else, although I’m pretty sure that’s an unsubstantiated claim. Has anyone actually witnessed it destroying fat cells, hmmm? What makes the citrus of a grapefruit more offensive to fat than, say, that of an orange? The reality of it is that grapefruit is probably really low cal yet filling, because it comes in two sizes: big and bigass.
Of course I had to pick up a couple of grapefruit this week. I bought big, rather than bigass, because I carry my groceries several blocks, and despite all the gym-going, I have the upper body strength of a gnat.
Tonight, I made myself an arugula salad with grapefruit, some avocado, and the cumin spiced havarti cheese. I topped it in olive oil, salt and pepper, and served it alongside a toasted baguette topped with this fake light butter I’m Ob-sessed with. I guess I’m not much of a Rawist. Anyways, see below: