Saturday, September 25, 2010

Introduction: Start with a poem

The Truth Hurts

You step on me and treat me bad.
You try to cheat me; I'm so sad.
You frown at me and say I lie.
You hate me so; I don't know why.
You're really lucky I'm not frail.
It's hard to be your bathroom scale!

- Dell Healy -


Well, OUR bathroom scale was rather frail. But it was not me who broke it. My hubby did it with his own hands. Pretty strong guy, believe me. Like a bear.  :)
We replaced the scale and now we are both on a diet. No big meat. Lots of veggie. And horsie food (rolled oats) for breakfast. It works!

But my blog is not about dieting. That's boring. It's about the past. Past feasts, past treats. History. Interesting stuff. The first real post will be about an old-new taste: umami. And its history of course. See you soon.

K:)