Kale Chips

The Curmudgeon has been put on a diet.  This couch potato life does have a drawback, in that snacks are handy and marathons and other forms of vigorous exercise are unlikely.

So I agreed to a diet.  They all have names, apparently, and although I'm not quite sure why the names have no relation to any of their dietary details, I was given one with a nice-sounding name: the South Beach diet.

The principle feature of this diet is to separate me from virtually every foodstuff I have come to love.  It is rife with vegetables (something any sane red meat eater would assume was just the garnish on his medium-rare steak platter), myriad forms of lettuce (often looking more like weeds one often sees at the side of the road), and not just jello but SUGAR FREE jello for dessert (isn't that stuff fake enough?).  The list goes downhill from there.

Then my sainted wife brought home the coup de grace: Kale Chips.  They are easy to describe - Letterman did so recently - they look just like you scraped that grass accumulation from under your mower and boxed it up for $3 an ounce.

Pretty much tastes like it too.