The Perfect Fast Food

The grilled cheese sandwich is sublimely perfect, no?

It can be prepared in a matter of minutes. Speed is of the essence in our microwave society. We want what we want right now. The grilled cheese isn’t like ordering a pizza because there’s no waiting for a delivery guy to fight through traffic to ring the doorbell.

What’s better than melted butter and gooey cheese on bread? And that question is what makes the grilled cheese so perfect. This sandwich platform is limited only by one’s imagination.

* How about grilling cheese on both the interior and the exterior of the bread?
* What about blending a variety of cheeses?
* Bacon!!! Need I say more?
* Add raw or caramelized onion.
* What about some herbs like basil or rosemary or oregano?
* A slice of tomato or canned, diced tomatoes.
* My daughter puts mayonnaise on her grilled cheese sandwiches. Arrrgh! The thought makes my mouth foam up.
* Or, leftover chicken or pot roast.
* More cheese!
* And on and on and on…

No matter the time of day, I enjoy grilled cheeses. For breakfast, for lunch, for snacks, for dinner, for the hell of it.

I have found that the grilled cheese helps me with to get my daily vegetables. I often go to the cabinet and grab a jar of spaghetti sauce and pour some into a bowl. I use the grilled cheese as a tomato sauce delivery system. That begs the question: Is the tomato a fruit or a vegetable? Hmmm?

And, who has ever turned down a grilled cheese sandwich? Children? Never. The guys who come over to watch a ball game? No way! A date? What woman doesn’t like gruyere and/or brie with some capers and sun-dried tomatoes on sour dough bread? C’mon!!!

And the grilled cheese sandwich goes perfectly with every side dish from fries to any variety of soup to salads, and it pairs perfectly with milk, beer, wines, or Kool Aid.

Are you hungry right yet?

What’s the chance that you have some butter or olive oil in your kitchen? I’ll bet you have some bread and some cheese stashed away in the back of your refrigerator. Doesn’t your mouth automatically water when you think of taking that first bite? Imagine the strings of gooey goodness.

What’s stopping you? Go! Get that butter melting in the pan now.


How to Peel a Banana Like a Monkey

Not yet. Don’t watch the video yet.

Do you remember your last really passionate argument? Veins popped along you neck. Your voice elevated to screaming levels. Your eyes popped out, and your hands gesticulated, punctuating each and every syllable.

But so did your opponent. Her veins popped along her neck. Her voice elevated to screams. Her eyes bulged out of their sockets, and her hands were flying everywhere to make a freaking point.

You were both entrenched in your positions. Neither of you wavered. Logic went out the window, and feelings got hurt, right?

How do you peel your banana? “Huh?” you ask. What do bananas have to do with arguing?
“Really?” you ask again.

How do you peel your banana? Okay, you don’t eat bananas. Work with me here. You’ve undoubtedly peeled a banana at least once in your life, or you’ve seen people do it. Most just reach up to the stem of the fruit and pull back. Many times you make the fruit mushy.

Now watch the video.

Animals in the wild peel their bananas from the bottom. How many of us have ever peeled our bananas this way? In my more than half century of life, I have never, ever thought about peeling my fruit in this manner.

If we are so blind with such a mundane piece of fruit, then why are we so sure that everything else we believe is so correct? My late father used to say, “None is so blind as he who won’t see.”

Could it be possible that you were right in your last argument? Could you have also been wrong? Hmmm? It sounds like I’m suggesting some kind of double-speak, huh?

There’s an old saying that in any argument there are your side, her side, and some point in the middle. Nobody has a monopoly on being right because we see a problem based on the collective of our life’s experiences, and we react based accordingly.

The next time you’re tempted to run your blood pressure up by arguing with a loved one, a colleague, or someone in traffic, please grab a banana instead. Peel it the counter-intuitive way, rather, unsheath the fruit like a monkey.


In her famous anthem, Aretha Franklin belts out, “R-E-S-P-E-C-T!!!”

My weight loss centered around W-A-L-K-I-N-G!!!

To walk, I require the clothes on my back, comfortable shoes, and a pedometer which I purchased for $25 from

Many people psyche themselves out of walking because it is so basic. Are you aware that you burn just as many calories walking as you do running? Novel concept, huh? Walking requires no membership application. Walking is great for those who wish to be alone. Walking is great a social activity. Walk fast. Walk slowly. Walk some in the morning. Walk instead of driving to the diner for lunch. Walk after dinner. Walk and listen to music. Walk and pray.

R-E-S-P-E-C-T W-A-L-K-I-N-G!!!

I really came to respect the power of walking in July 2012. I took my then fifteen year old daughter to lunch at her favorite BBQ restaurant twenty miles outside of Washington, DC. We both ordered our standard rack of ribs. She inhaled hers and then pointed out that I had only eaten half of my rack, and she was delighted that I gave the remainder. On the drive home, my stomach became volcanic. As we entered DC, I prepped her to jump out of the car and open the front door as soon as we hit the driveway. Not to be too graphic, but I had to race into the house and to the bathroom. My body violently purged my high fat, greasy meal. That was the second such episode in a four week period.

I share this story because that was the moment that I truly came to R-E-S-P-E-C-T the power of W-A-L-K-I-N-G. Simply walking had begun to tighten my abdominal muscles. It had made my digestive system far more sensitive to the types of food that my new body could and would tolerate. And, walking was changing my tastes in foods and my relationship to my meals.

I began to go to the nearby grocery store’s salad bar for lunch. I started keeping a piece of fruit and a bottle of water on my person. Since I had become fearful of having another violent bowel event, I stopped lusting for my former food fantasies, e.g. ribs, burgers, French fries, loaded pizzas, etc.

I suggest that you remember that your pounds took months and years to accumulate. R-E-S-P-E-C-T that it will take months and years to reshape your body. What are your excuses for not walking? It’s raining; carry an umbrella. It’s cold; put on a sweat shirt. It’s late at night; take your dog or a walking stick.

Consistency, not intensity!

God bless you,