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Sandwiches

^LoL...yeah, I'm not missing the beer at all. It's weird, and it must be genetic, because my aunt and sister were also recently diagnosed with an allergy to it, though both are more severe than mine. I think my sister's, though, might have something to do with her lupas as well.
 
Having a gluten allergy must suck :(

I went to school with a girl that had it, and she couldn't eat any of the normal campus food. But the school couldn't not feed her, so she had her own specially prepared food at mealtime.

The problem was, it was one of the same 3 dishes every time.
 
I was bad and went out for Mexican food last evening. Now I'm up in the middle of the night again. I had fajitas - grilled meat - should be okay, right? Guess it was the tortillas, guacamole, sour cream and cheese that did it because the peppers, onions, rice and non-refried pinto beans should have been okay too.

How do Mexican diabetics survive?
 
you have it backwards, actually. guac is ok, so is sour cream and cheese.

Tortilla bad, as are peppers and rice. Rice is worse than pasta, actually.
 
Look you know, just because you don't know how to do this yet doesnt mean you're wrong. Most people just take the drugs and say fuck it, eat what they want, and slowly oxidize their nerve endings and destroy their pancreas until neuropathy sets in.

It's a frustrating ramp up, but it's worth it if you have a little patience.
 
My absolute favorite sandwich though is
tuna with mayo
lettuce
tomatoes
black olives
cheddar and provolone cheese
a little ranch dressing
and pepper
on toasted wheat roll

Can you modify that so it is similar in taste but fits the numbers?
Leave off the olives.
 
Look you know, just because you don't know how to do this yet doesnt mean you're wrong. Most people just take the drugs and say fuck it, eat what they want, and slowly oxidize their nerve endings and destroy their pancreas until neuropathy sets in.

It's a frustrating ramp up, but it's worth it if you have a little patience.

It is worse than that for me. Treatment I received in the past for cancer leeched calcium out of my bones. Insulin turns bones into mush. In a few years I could break my ankles just by getting out of bed and putting my feet on the floor. That does not fit into my plan to go bungee jumping at 80.
 
What if olives were on the endangered species list? Would you still devour them into extinction?
I would improve their status, found whole new businesses devoted to growing them, and then I would use my free will to choose to masticate them joyfully. I would march in parades demanding my right to eat them as much as I like, whenever I like, for any reason. I would wear T-shirts with slogans demanding my right to eat them as much as I like, whenever I like, for any reason. I would have olive eating clinics and produce pamphlets about how eating olives is my decision to make. So, do not threaten me with a curtailment of my right to eat olives. I have made my choice to eat them and eat them I will. And, those I do not eat, I will give to laboratories to use for testing and research.
 
The little cafe in the bookstore sells a sandwich with five different kinds of cheese that is absolutely delicious. They toast it so the cheese is almost melted, but not quite. I like it like that with fresh tomatoes and a little mayo. They make a nice iced tea too.
 
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I'm hoping that is a bowl of raisins.

I like raisins with pineapple in carrot salad. Yummmmmmm. Especially when the salad is icebox cold.
 
The little cafe in the bookstore sells a sandwich with five different kinds of cheese that is absolutely delicious. They toast it so the cheese is almost melted, but not quite. I like it like that with fresh tomatoes and a little mayo. They make a nice iced tea too.
That sounds yummy!
 
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