I drank a bottle of motor oil. It was the 70’s.

Our family used to have a cottage outside of a little town called Calabogie in Ontario.  When I say cottage I mean shack.  Not an estate, not a home away from home, not a house that happened to be situated on  a lake.  I mean a very small cabin that was probably built by the 4th little pig.  The one who built his house out of cobwebs and farts.

The drive to the cottage was around 5 hours but that didn’t bother me one bit.  It was a simpler time when kids bounced around in the back of station wagons like tennis balls and the most popular booster seat on the market was a case of beer.

The cottage was dusty, dirty, and dangerous.  There was no electricity, no water and no bathroom but there was one out of date Playboy calendar. Or as I believe they were called then – nudie calendars. 

Back then a cottage was a place where parents could smoke, drink and send their kids into the probably murderer infested forest to hunt for anything to keep them occupied. Rocks, shells, and twigs were some of the things parents demanded we look for;  allowing them valuable time for more smoking and drinking.

If you’ve been paying attention you’ll have noticed that there was no drinking water at the cottage, and lots of beer.

What was there for a 4 year old Karen to drink? There was beer, dirty river water or the yellowing paper nipple of a faded Playmate. Those were my options after a hot day of eating Bugles and looking for sticks in the 1970’s.

I knew I wasn’t allowed to drink beer or the dirty water and I was pretty sure that nipple had long dried up.

Damnit I was thirsty, thought my 4 year old self.  But since the adults around the cottage this particular day had also been quite thirsty, no one seemed to care or notice that the salty, crunchy, delicious corn chippy tasting Bugles had left me parched.  In fact they probably didn’t even notice that I existed.

The grown ups had more important things on their mind.  Like arguing over who drank the booster seat.

In a miraculous turn of events I found myself a bottle of delicious Coca Cola and I drank it down.  I drank all of it down.  

Turns out it wasn’t filled with Coke but instead with dirty old motor oil.  

It also turns out I couldn’t tell the difference between the taste of a bottle of Coke and dirty motor oil at that age. My palate has progressed significantly since then and I can almost always tell the difference between motor oil and Coke (unless it’s in a marinade which always trips me up).

When everyone finally realized what I’d done, my grandfather, who was a dentist, jumped into action and grabbed himself another beer.  The he sat on the porch, told everyone to zip it and relax.  I’d be fine.  Nothing to worry about.

 I still don’t know if it was because he was way smarter than everyone else, or just way drunker.  Either way I lived through the ordeal with the only side effect being I crave Bugles every time I get an oil change.

The point of this is that eating one wrong thing isn’t going to kill you.  Unless it’s Russian poison, in which case it definitely will.

Actually I think the real point is that our generation is tough. We are beer case booster seat, motor oil drinking tough.

Kids today cry when they can’t find a phone charger.

Us? We got electrocuted every time we chewed a piece of gum with a bit of foil wrapper on it.

This latest generation might be technologically advanced and infinitely more mature than we were at the same age.

But they never would have survived a 1970’s summer. 

Have a good summer weekend and stay safe. But not too safe, because that never makes a good story.


  1. Librarian Nancy says:

    No cottage story but when I was about 3, my parents had a cocktail party (this was in the early 60s). The next morning as they were sleeping off the effects, my 4 year old brother and I proceeded to eat all the cigarette butts that had been marinating in the alcohol dregs in the bottoms of the glasses. Mmmmm. No one rushed us to the ER when my parents eventually got up but I do believe they gave us each a drink of water. How parenting has changed!

  2. Donna says:

    My mom grew up in Winnipeg and her parents had a cottage near Gimli Lake. We visited one summer and I almost needed a blood transfusion from the mosquito bites. My aunt and I were sharing a bed and I’d keep her awake at night will all my scratching. There was electricity but we had to haul water from large pipes located alongside the road with (spring?) water gushing 24/7. Had a two hole outhouse and a chamber pot for use at night. My mother couldn’t convince me to swim in the lake. I was a California girl and only swam in concrete ponds.

  3. Joanne Lewis says:

    My four siblings and I also fought over the coveted back section of the station wagon… older kids usually win. On one road trip up the Alaska Highway (gravel for a lot of it), the tent trailer blew a tire (or maybe both) and my brother and I had to wait by the side of the highway till they came back with repaired tires. No one kidnapped us, though, probably because we never stopped fighting! Ahhh, memories!

    Love your stories and the comment section is always worth the time to read as well! I never drank motor oil myself but appreciate your solid review.

  4. Roberta says:

    We too piled into the car ( which invariably broke down) and drove what seemed like days ( 5 hours) to my Uncle’s cottage on the Chesapeake Bay. We thought it was heaven, and we usually couldn’t even swim due to the jellyfish(!) but we didn’t care. There were woods to explore, the cat lady’s house to visit and the kinda nice neighbor who let us watch while he gutted the day’s catch. He had the girlie calendar which I didn’t quite get.
    Karen, I’m sure you have been tlid this many times , but you have a book in you waiting to be published!!

  5. Catherine Powers says:

    I completely understand! I drank a whole bottle of Calamine Lotion when I was about the same age! My mom said the doc just wondered why I’d keep drinking it! 🤣🤣🤣🤣
    That was in 1961.

  6. But you had less wear and tear on your “innerds” for the summer months.

  7. Lianne Vipond says:

    OMG you Southern Ontario people – that is a CAMP not a cottage! 😀

    • Margaret Voorhaar says:

      Truly, Lianne, it was never called a CAMP because that was saved fir the weighty hunk of canvas we used for CAMPING.
      :) margaret

    • Cherie says:

      I agree, absolutely. Cottages are at the beach; camps are in the woods. Are you a Maritimer, by any chance? For a short, very short, time in my childhood my parents had a house, a cottage AND a camp, and then my father, at 32 had a heart attack and all that was no more. (Long story, suffice it to say he died at 87.) But, guess what, my father had a bachelor brother, and he had a camp in the woods, with a Playboy calendar that my mother would, before we kids were allowed into the cabin, cover with tea towels and tacks. HA! As if we were not smart enough to know that if it was hidden it had to be juicy! I was terrified to go to the bathroom – bathroom? — at night since it was an outhouse and it was dark and I was told not to be a sissy, that the bears would be long asleep. Ah, the lies that parents tell. Fortunately, although I saw a bear, ONCE, it was in broad daylight and it was more scared than I. To get to this cabin/camp one had to take a jeep off a logging road, then carry all the gear down the road another many hundred (thousands to a kid) feet, through a small stream — into which I fell more than once as the rocks were slippery — then up a, thankfully, small slippery hill. The water came through a hose from a stream that my uncle and my father, being resilient and inventive N.B. men had managed to hook up to a tap of sorts over the sink in the kitchen — it that is what one could call the bucket and the room. There was no electricity, just oil lamps and candles for light, and there was a smoky fireplace and lots of wool blankets to wrap up in while playing games. It was idyllic. I am so grateful that I grew up when and where I did and that I found the dusty, musty camp my Nirvana, well into my teenaged years. A somewhat lumpy couch, an oil lamp or a flashlight, a good book and a blanket, what else could a teenager want — then? This one, at least. Later, boyfriends came, too, and they also loved the woods, the smell of the wood smoke, the freedom….

  8. Barb says:

    Thanks for my morning laugh!

    We too had a cottage when we were growing up but it was luxurious. No running water but we had electricity and a pedal flush toilet!

    My Uncle used to say, we were raised with loving neglect!

    Wouldn’t have wanted it any other way 😀

    Miss you my friend 💗

    • Vikki says:

      The best thing you can do for your kids is to raise them with “loving neglect.” (speaking from 80 years of experience!) Too many entitled people today that were raised by “helicopter” parents.

  9. Eileen says:

    Cigarettes are a fine snack food item that a three year old can just gobble off the couch table. The grown ups shoved them in their mouths all the time after all…there was the minor side effect of nicotine poisoning, but that’s what stomach pumps are for.
    Maybe that’s what kept me from ever wanting to smoke?

  10. Laura-Lee says:

    Many kids live on dirt as a nutrient rich food. It’s available and best of all still free. Seems they like it as a face protector too. Those cute circles they make or swirls on their faces or all over their body’s and clothes mixed with snot.
    Must be yummy.
    Much better than kale!

  11. Carolyn says:

    LOL Our dining set in one of our first apartments consisted of 1 metal TV tray/table and 2 of those booster seats/chairs.

  12. Ann Roberts says:

    Am I missing something? I am not seeing any nutrient density list. Or mention of kale, Brussel sprout or any other veg.

    As a kid I ate, by choice about a cup of salt. I just loved how it tasted. My parents hauled me to the hospital ER and they just made me drink a lot of water for the next several days. I never did that again

  13. Susan says:

    If you don’t like kale or brussel sprouts you are over cooking them. Eating raw kale is not good for your thyroid. I think I worry to much about accidentally eating dangerous things but now I know I need to worry less, if motor oil won’t kill you. I won’t put that to the test though.

    • Karen says:

      No. Honestly. Cross my heart. I just do not like brussels sprouts. The same way you might not like eating hair? Is the same way I don’t like brussels sprouts. ~ karen!

      • Tricia says:

        Brussels sprouts are the Devil’s vegetable born in the bowels of Hell!

        • TucsonPatty says:

          I have not figured out a way to cook Brussels sprouts so that I love them, but once in a while I tolerate them. There is a fancy restaurant here in town, in The Arizona Inn, (built in 1928) that has seen lots of celebrities in its day, and they do have an awesome Brussels sprouts menu item: quartered small sprouts, roasted with Balsamic vinegar, olive oil, and tarragon, thyme, chives, basil, and parsley, garlic, and shallots, then served with goat cheese panna cotta. It really is to die for. I’ve never had such a great appetizer! The group of women that go there now joke about not having anything else but the Brussels sprouts.
          P.S. When I was 4, I ate a bottle of baby aspirin (yeah, stomach pumped for that one), and then set the dry cleaner bag on the parent’s door on fire, with two younger siblings in the bedroom and mom in the bathtub getting ready for a meeting in the cleaned up house. She obviously got us out, and the coffee meeting was canceled. I don’t know how that happened because we didn’t even have a telephone at that point. (1956) I remember she sent us out to get inside the station wagon and STAY THERE. That kept us all in one place. I remember only getting a long talk while sitting on the couch with my Mama, and I didn’t even get beaten with the belt when Daddy came home. Good memories, yeah? When I grew up and heard the story a bunch more times and realized a fact I had missed all that time, I finally replaced the Mexican blanket she used to cover the flames to get us kids out of the bedroom. I also fell off a combine and hurt my chest enough I had to have surgery on it to remove this watery cyst that looked like I was growing a breast. Still 4 years old. OMG. Why didn’t mom just shoot me? We just played out in the weeds and stomped them down to make a house of rooms, and made mud pies with the jar lids in the junk pile, shared the one bicycle amongst the 11 of us. It was a pretty awesome childhood and I’m glad I lived through it. So did the rest of us!
          I loved this story so much, Karen. I didn’t have a cabin or a lake or even trees in western Kansas, but we had a good time with lots of playmates.

  14. Celia says:

    My family had a cottage in Ontario as well. A one-room log cabin, hand-made by my great-grandfather. Shore of Lake Huron. Oh the memories! I love your column.

    • Karen says:

      Thanks Celia! At my community garden there’s a shed that smells exactly like our old cottage (two rooms! ). It smells like musty grass with a touch of gasoline. :) ~ karen!

  15. kardan says:

    If you are ever 3 years old, a handful of swallowed marbles are also totally safe. I remember playing “Hospital” and showing my dolls and stuffed animals how to take their “pills”. I probably ate a dozen marble pills because my patients were so stupid. Then I got freaked out and told my Dad who was (go figure) drinking beer with his friend. His friend asked if I could breath, I said yes and that was the end of it.

  16. Anne says:

    I remember taking a blanket and a rope to make a tent “in the bush” and sleeping out in it. We could make a fire and roast potatoes which were always half done and not really that good! Our kids say they were fortunate to grow up in the 70’s and early 80’s. Any spare time was spent on their bikes or ponies gone for the day and enough kids that someone could go for help if really necessary. For b sprouts, boil until just done, a little butter and a spoonful of Seville orange marmalade and maybe some chopped toasted walnuts if they’re handy. Num num.

  17. Tom Roberts says:

    Did you know that you can use a corn chip as a candle? You can also use just one to start a fire. I learned that from watching Les Stroud. Survivor Man.

  18. Feral Turtle says:

    Who doesn’t like a good drink of used motor oil. It helps those corn chips slide down a bit easier.

  19. Mike says:

    Ah, but the real question is are you a 10W30, 5W40 or just a plain 30 weight girl? Choosy oil drinkers need to know. Good reading again, Karen!

  20. Gypsy says:

    I never was a fan of brussel sprouts until my daughter cooked them, now I love them! And no they probably aren’t that healthy the way we like them. Cook some nice thick sliced bacon, then add onions & brown them, then add the brussel sprouts (we quarter them if they are larger, half them if smaller), some garlic, & our ever present Lawry’s seasoning salt & Mmm, some real good eating!
    We didn’t have a cabin but grew up flipping, falling apart buildings they sold as houses. And we sure did live in them during all that remodeling. And about the time they got livable we sold it & started over in another shack! But we learned a lot, appreciated the things we had & also had some great fun along the way! I still laugh because my Mother didn’t know how to swim & my Father often worked away from the farm but they sure let us kids go swimming in the creeks & river with just an inner tube & we lived on 160 acres so no amount of yelling for help would have done us any good since the river was at the back of the farm! And usually no adult anywhere near! I must say for all of the complaining (very quietly so we wouldn’t get in trouble) we did about all of the work I am sure glad I know how to do so many things now because of all that work back then! I have more tools than most men & I love woodworking, re-modeling, refinishing furniture & reupholstering…all to my taste…..what a priceless gift!

  21. Connie S. says:

    Oh the memories! glad you survived cottage life Karen !
    Our humble little cabin came complete with resident mice and the occasional bat! (Yuk) You’d think that would be enough to put our kids off cottaging- but no….Good times!
    A radish scores 502 ! who would have thunk? I too thought they were only good for the salt . And seeing as the brussel sprout comes in at a respectable 490 I have a recipe to share with you Karen – So good it might even make a believer out of you ;) In a saucepan melt 1/4 cup butter or coconut oil. Stir in 1TBsp. of each: curry powder, brown sugar, and jerk seasoning or marinade OR TO TASTE (depends on how spicy you like it) and 2 cloves of minced garlic. Add 2 Lbs. cleaned and halved brussel sprouts. Simmer for 10 min or roast @ 375′ 10- 12 minutes stirring occasionally.
    ( My kids – now young adults- still luv ’em.)

  22. Debbie says:

    Awesome column! I had to read this to hubby so we could both have a hearty, nutrient dense laugh.

  23. Carolyne says:

    Are these for cooked or raw veggies, or does it not matter.

    Now, putting on grammar hat, “on the amount of calories they hold” should be “on the number of calories they hold”

  24. gloria says:

    This is some really good writing, Karen. So many great lines. Thanks for the laugh.

  25. Dan says:

    Sweet. Yellow and orange peppers beat out their green, good-for-nothing-miserable-excuse-of-a-vegetable cousin by nearly 50%. Life’s too short to eat shitty vegetables. And while asparagus may be down the list, it has other benefits. Mostly of the olfactory sort when you pee a half hour later.

  26. Nancy Blue Moon says:

    OMG Karen..you must have been one tough kid..lol..if that happened today people would panic and be calling in a helicopter to fly you to the nearest hospital..the most exciting food thing I did as a kid was stick a peanut up my nose and I guess it kinda liked it there cause it didn’t want to come back out..I think the big question here is ..where is motor oil on the Doctor’s list??

  27. Laura Bee says:

    I remember sitting on a case of beer in the back of a pick up going down the back roads where I grew up. We had to take turns sitting on the wheel humps. :)

    Thanks for the info through the laughter!.

  28. Jennie Lee says:

    I was pleasantly surprised to see you mention Dr. Fuhrman. I highly recommend his “nutritarian ” diet, as set forth in his book “Eat to Live”. His diet is, I think, the most scientifically sensible one around, and very simple. Using it, at the age of 60, I reached my weight goal of 125 for the first time in my life. I’d been dieting for over 42 years.

  29. marcia says:

    It’s nice to know that something I actually like to eat is high up on that ANDI list. I’m off to wash a container of 182’s, off the fruit list, for my afternoon nosh! Feeling healthier already. Thanks, Karen!

  30. Hahaha. I like your conclusions. If you don’t mind, I’ll skip the motor oil cocktail. :-D

  31. Jamieson says:

    Did my phone display cut off the end of this post? I can’t see any motor oil recipes and now I have a craving that just won’t SToP.

  32. Paula says:

    Brussel Sprouts ANDI score = 490. I looked it up on Dr. Fuhrman’s website, since the Whole Foods list isn’t interested in Brussels Sprouts, either. So, for those of us who truly appreciate the deliciousness of a beautifully caramelized roasted Brussel Sprout, munch away!

    • judy says:

      how do you prepare them? I keep seeing huge bags of them at Costco but every person who ever told me that their recipe would make me like them were ackkkkkkk………………… wrong

      • Grammy says:

        Judy, I have always loved them, but tried the roasting that everyone raves about and thought they were awful that way., even though I love most veggies roasted. I just barely cover the sprouts in a saucepan with water, bring it to a boil, reduce heat and simmer them until just tender when pierced with a fork. They will be bright, fresh green. Drain, toss them with a little butter (very little) and salt.

      • Paula says:

        Honestly, the most important thing is that they’re fresh. Chances are, if you had a bad Brussel Sprout experience, they were either overcooked or not fresh to begin with. Not sure about the Costco ones, but a huge bag means you won’t get around to cooking them all without them laying around for a long time, getting all stinky and nasty (unless you’ve got an entire army to feed). I like to get them at the farmer’s market, preferably still on the stalk, but it’s not absolutely necessary. You just cut them off, coat them with olive oil, add salt and pepper to taste, and roast them in the oven. Simple is best, especially if you’re starting with great produce. If done right, the outside should be brown and crispy, and the interior almost creamy. Yum!

    • Karin says:


  33. Heather says:

    Long, long ago in a galaxy far, far away my parents & I went out to dinner at some restaurant when I would have been maybe 7 or 8 years old. They ordered me a 7UP (no Sprite in those days) & it came with a lovely cherry on a cocktail pick. I ate the cherry & said “that tastes strange.” I took a sip of the drink & said “that doesn’t taste like 7UP”. My Dad takes a sip; “that’s turpentine!” A restaurant storing turpentine in a 7UP bottle. & the waiter picking the wrong bottle!

    Now, if this was recent there would have been law suits galore, health board inspections. Nah, I got a real 7UP & they maybe comped us a meal – don’t know. I survived (I didn’t drink much of the offending liquid.)

    Yes, Karen, where are the missing brussel sprouts?

  34. Karin says:

    That’s a great story! I guess I’m in the minority when I say I like kale. Hate eggplant, though. Hmph. Weird.

    • Grammy says:

      Perhaps a minority, but I like to think we’re the best ones. I love kale, although I’ve only ever eaten it cooked. I also love Brussels Sprouts. I like to mention that whenever possible here because Karen is a big baby about how much she doesn’t like Brussels Sprouts, so I imagine her twisting up her face whenever we say it.

      • Karin says:

        Brussels Sprouts? LOVE them! I’m with ya Grammy! We have a local store here in NC that sells a pre-made salad that has both raw kale and raw Brussels sprouts and it is FANTASTIC! Thanks for having my back Grammy!

  35. marilyn says:

    kale to me is like brussel sprouts to you…a big fat ugh!!

  36. Mary Werner says:

    McDonald’s french fries were said to be The French Chef’s favorite food and she lived into her 90’s. Loved watching Julia Child and her idea to eat with lots of variety just don’t overdo. At our cottage in Wisconsin, we caught BIG frogs from under the row boat. After tying a string around its leg, it became my pet for a week. At night the kids would go to sleep in the hammock while the adults drank booster chairs and we listened to all the stories and laughter. I got up to go to bed and yawned really big in front of my Grandpa while showing him my latest pet – and it jumped in my mouth. Lucky I had a string on its’ leg to pull him out. Motor oil, frog pee, hide under the desk if being attacked by the A-bomb – kids had it made in the 50’s. Radish’s? I thought they were just a way to eat more salt! I love Kale when it is baked until crisp with salt and a bit of olive oil. Really takes the place of chips for the kids – don’t knock it until you try it! I DO NOT eat it any other way, YUCK.

    • Karen says:

      Mary, I hope you are doing well. Love your memories

      • Mary W says:

        I’m doing great with my 10lb Rona gift of fat. Lucky my garden is growing now and I can begin life again. I’ve since heard that roasting garlic is a different experience than just raw used for scooping up salt. Still love your take on our world with my coffee each morning. I’m just slower to move while hauling the Rona gift around – yea, for gardening and radishes! I never thought they had anything nutritious inside that pretty red skin.

  37. ~JackieVB says:

    I had to do a search on broccoflower – so now I know what that is. I thought it was going to be something like broccolini. And I’m shocked that Cauliflower is more nutrient dense than a sweet potato. Just shocked I tell you.

  38. Jody says:

    Where do Brussels sprouts fit in the list? I’d they’re not on the list guess I don’t have to eat them.

  39. Grace says:

    I found a bottle of coke as a kid that was oil too! But I realised it wasn’t coke after one sip. What was up with storing oil in drink bottles anyways??

    • Jessica says:

      Same here! I was in middle school though and attempting to sneak Coke I know my mom wouldn’t want me to have. Jerks!

  40. Tigermom says:

    “I mean a very small cabin that was probably built by the 4th little pig. The one who built his house out of cobwebs and farts.”


    Thanks as always for the useful info and the laughs.

  41. Ev Wilcox says:

    Hmmm, noticed the absence of Brussels sprouts on that list. Did SOMEONE alter that list?

  42. Su says:

    I don’t care how good Kale is for you…. still don’t like it. Pass the Bugles please

  43. Darlene Cox says:

    Hi Karen
    We haven’t seen nor heard about the girls for awhile. How are they???

    • Karen says:

      They’re good Darlene! An update on Cuddles coming up next week and another chicken post in another few weeks. :) ~ karen!

  44. Kim says:

    Do you think the consumption of that motor oil may have something to do with how smoothly you tackle and complete all the wonderful Stuff you do? LOL You have brought back memories of going to our “camp” as a family when I was a child. I am from down east so it’s called a camp. I remember fetching the adult beverages from the cold brook for them and my sneakers being sucked off in the mud, sitting on porcupine quills which can penetrate thick jeans, being bit so bad by black flies I bled, being afraid that when using the outhouse there might be something down the hole that would bite my ass……ahhh…such fond memories! Thanks Karen!!! (I did really have a wonderful time there)

  45. Jack Ledger says:

    I certainly can appreciate your reflections on cottage life in Calabogie having experienced that time on a daily basis for many years as a child. The beauty of that day is that, as children, we were given free reign, long before the time when “helicopter” parenting became the norm. And we made it regardless of our penchant for “self-lubricating”. And truthfully, we all had a wonderful time save for the occasional alcohol induced parental “dust-ups.” Let’s hear it for the “50’s”!!

  46. SK Farm Girl says:

    I have a tear in me eye after reading your reminiscent story of visiting the cottage as a youngster! It brought back fond (and very similar) memories of my own experiences at my Grandma’s cottage when just a wee lass myself! We didn’t have a motor oil issue, but there was the time my younger brother took enough sips of everyone’s “booster seat beverage” to successfully get his four-year-old self drunk! GASP!!! The horror – I know – that a young child be given sips of “booster seat beverage”! But hey, it was the early 70’s and those big blue eyes of his, hooded with female-envy-kind-of luscious long lashes looking all cross-eyed waaaaaaaay down the end of that stubby brown bottle being so carefully clutched in his chubby little hands while his teeth were clenched over the neck of the bottle and with great excitement waited for the cold bitter beverage to hit his taste buds must have been pretty damn cute! I mean really, there’s nothing much funnier than a little kid taking a swig out of a beer bottle except maybe when that same kid drops the f-bomb (in perfect context I might add) just as Grandma sits down next to him the next day at breakfast! Yup – 42 years later his beverage of choice is still a “booster seat beverage” and he still drops the f-bomb but he does devour Swiss chard, loves fresh radishes and raids my strawberry patch whenever he comes to visit!

  47. LeeAnn says:

    Haha…Love it! I was also an adventurous eater. I ate one of those green mosquito coils when I was a kid. What could be more appealing than a bright green twirly thing?

  48. Grammy says:

    Thank you, Karen, for telling us about the drinking a bottle of motor oil incident. It explains so much.

    As for the nutrient density list, I think the good doctor meant it is okay to eat an entire bag of potato chips (not corn chips), as long as you wash them down with Pepsi and not motor oil. That’s how I read it, anyway.

  49. Lynn says:

    I agree every day it seems like they are telling us eat this or that , stop eating this . Confusing is a understatement to say the least . My personal motto if you want to call it that is this ( eat fresh , eat well , eat what you like ). If you do not over indulge an you can eat less processed foods you will be happy an healthier . No I am not a health nut I just have never enjoyed eating a lot of processed foods . Much to hubby’s dismay . He is a big foodie loves to eat out …

  50. Dominic says:

    At least I’m a big fan of greens & Swiss Chard. Kale can suck it though, if I want to taste dirt, I’ll just eat dirt.
    Is there an alcohol based list? Wondering where Samuel Adams and Bulleit Rye 95 land…

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