But even if I were in the best of health I would refer to Mollie Katzen's new book, Vegetarian Dishes I Can't Live Without, by wanting to ask the old moose pusher if she's ever put that theory to the test. Really, Moll. Just try it for six months to a year, and have your next of kin report back to us.
Also, as a representative of one of America's favorite University towns (all right, Ithaca, but still) where in the hell do you get off splitting an infinitive in the very title of the book?
You do realize that it ought to be Vegetarian Dishes Without Which I Can't Live, don't you?
Do you have any idea who Strunk and White even were?
Or where they lived?
Okay, they were probably noshing out at Collegetown Bagels or Hal's Deli (no they weren't, I'm not sure who was feeding the student hordes back in 1906), but still.
When I attended Ithaca College (1976-1980, BA/English, no priors) you had to know about Strunk and White, even if you didn't know your own address, which I frequently did not.
I have the most horrible cold, and it's been going on forever. Last Sunday I added a stuffy head to my usual blockage in the left ear. Then I woke up on Monday morning and I couldn't cough without the top of my head breaking loose and hitting the ceiling.
Matters progressed to the point were there was no coughing, no sneezing, no running nose, and also almost now sound whatever. It was like trying to hear a choir three miles away hum "Silent Night". Plus someone kept putting ground glass in my drinks, and every now and again I hawked up a lung.
It was but the work of a day or so to progress to an intermittent fever hot enough to fry an egg on my forehead (which was a frugal and unique way to make Christmas breakfast, until the melted butter got into my hair). And soon, I was rolled in a ball, weeping for chicken soup.
I just cancelled a dinner date scheduled for a week from now, because I don't even think I'll be out of bed by then. Actually, I hope I can get into bed sometime before them. Right now it seems so much easier to curl up on the bathroom floor.
My friend JC says he's had a roaring cough for weeks. During one coughing spell he smacked himself in the face with a frying pan. As an MSW intern, I felt it my duty to give him the speech about Domestic Violence is Not a One-Way Street, but actually I believe him, since I once sprained my thumb by coughing too hard.
Mollie Katzen would probably say I need more vegetables in my diet. I am in no doubt about what I would say back to her.