High, High, Cholersterol

Saying for the Day- Vegetables are interesting but lack a sense of purpose when unaccompanied by a good cut of meat. ~Fran Lebowitz

A month or so ago Betty went and had her cholesterol checked.
Let me tell you something about Betty. She is a very careful eater. She avoids fatty foods, doesn’t eat many eggs, eats lots of salads, always reads labels, never uses real butter, and eats health smart cereals. We expected her cholesterol would be low. But it wasn’t . It was very high. So high the Doctor called the day after the test and got her started on some pills.

This also got her started worrying about me. I’m a meat and potatoes man. I love lots of butter on my potatoes ( real butter) and I like my french fries dripping with fat. I eat an egg almost every morning. I use real butter on my toast. I drink a lot of cocoa . I love rich fatty deserts. In other words I am a terrible eater. So when I went to the Doctor she suggested that I should get my cholesterol tested. The Doctor, of course, agreed. I wasn’t so wild about the idea since it requires twelve whole hours without eating but I went along. What Betty wants Betty gets.
So yesterday the results of the test came back. The Doctor’s office sent me a letter. It gave the results of the test and next to the cholesterol numbers was written “ these are great”. I have low cholesterol numbers. I, who eat wrong, have low cholesterol . Wow!
Now Betty should be happy for me but I think she feels that life has cheated. I should have high numbers and she should have low. She ate by the rules and I didn’t.
So why are my numbers so low? Thank you mom and dad. It’s all in the genes. Before the test my sister told me not to worry she always tests low and so will I. It’s our inheritance. She seems to be right.
Again thank you mom and dad and I’ll have a little more butter on those potatoes.

#### News from Pigeon Falls-The little town in my basement where the trains still run, dragons fly, and life is back to normal. The birthday party for Mabel went very well last night. Last Lutheran was full of relatives and friends. Petrovich was outstanding as master of ceremonies. He had people laughing till they almost fell off their chairs. The highlight of the evening was when grandma Mabel danced with a great grandson. That old lady still has a lot of bounce. She announced at the end that she expects them all back when she reaches one hundred and ten.
The party was all people were talking about at Nancy’s today. All the expected things. Like how good it was to see her children again and how well they looked. There were lots of comments on how cute the great, great grandchild was. There were even a few comments about how surprised people were to discover Petrovich had a sense of humor. They thought of him more as a dark ,scary, person. Like the guy that carries the sign that says “The end is coming!”.
Mabel is getting ready to fly down to her daughter’s in Florida for Thanksgiving. Her son is going with her. They are taking the train to Iron Mountain tomorrow. From there they will fly to Chicago and from there to Miami. Her daughter will pick them up with the van at the airport.
Mabel really wanted the family to stay and have Thanksgiving at the old family home. She promised to cook up a feast. But they persuaded her to go to Florida instead. They wanted to make it easier for her. But with airport security being what it is, and the long lines in the airport, this may be harder on her than cooking for them all would be. The price of safety is inconvenience.
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Today's link- A Cat in the Kitchen- Seemed like a good day for a food blog . One with Helsinki in it.
I spent the entire day in the basement. Slowly the new layout is shaping up. The last table is in place .Betty came down in the afternoon and started unpacking the houses for the village. Now I need a breathing treatment.
GBYA