In an effort to lead as healthy a life as possible, The Love Muscle is giving up glutens and sugar, leaving the dirty work of wheat & sweet-eating to the rest of us. It’s a hard job. But somebody’s going to have to eat The Carbs. Fully embracing my role, I began by attacking the bag of Kettle Corn in Mamacusa & TLM’s pantry this past weekend. Across the kitchen counter from me, The Brit snacked on a stash of their Pita Chips.
“You know, kettle corn’s not exactly healthy for you,” The Brit judged.
“Oh? And those Pita Chips?”
“Well, I figure if they’re good enough for Jesus, they’re good enough for me.”
“Jesus ate Pita Chips?”
“Ok. Maybe not Pita chips, but definitely Pita.”
“Not loaves and fishes?”
“Nope. Pita.”
Someone should let the Pita People know about the marketing opportunity they’ve been missing.
May pita be with you . . . .
Mr. Poopie – And also with you.