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    Florida Diaries 2015 No Place For Dieting


    Florida is no place to go if you’re on a diet.

    Because Ginger and I are the only ones in the homestead, we choose to dine out quite often. Now that I think about it, it seems like every night. The only time I know we’re eating in is when I enter the door, and find the dinning room table set.

    “Who’s coming?” I ask.

    “I’ve invited Larry and Diana Beck, I made way to much soup for just us, so I thought it would be nice to have the Beck’s join us,” she confirms.

    I’ve written about our journey on Fridays, we call “diving”. The Beck’s usually goes with us. In fact, Diana has remarked many times that we should rename Florida to “Foodia”.

    This seems to be the main problem while wintering in the Sunshine state. Everyone invites you to breakfast, lunch or dinner. We always celebrate certain holidays. We have carry-ins for any reason someone can think we need one? When we light a bonfire, it looks like we’re having a reunion. Throw in all the church functions, and you soon see what I’m talking about.

    Then to top it off, anytime someone has guested visiting, we’re often times asked to join him or her for a cookout or another dinner.

    We should all weigh 400 pounds. If we could only get the fish to join us, we would definitely set some state records.

    Eating is the password for socializing.

    Even after we eat, we eat.

    Example: Lets say 12 of us goes out for dinner. On our way home, someone will mention the word Ice Cream, and by a show of hands we all go in for dessert.

    Sometimes Ginger and I go the local ice cream joint, call “Frostbite” to split a banana split for our evening meal. I’m talking about the old fashion split with chocolate, pineapple and strawberry toppings. And lets not forget the whip cream, nuts and two cherries on top. When the waitress knows we’re splitting the dish, she always puts two cherries on top, so we don’t fight who gets the cherry.

    The Florida gem is called the moonstone. I think they should change it to ice cream.

    This week’s bottom line: “If your arteries are good, eat more ice cream. If they are bad, drink more red wine. Proceed thusly.”
    ― Sandra Byrd, Bon Appetite

    My parents didn’t want to move to Florida, but they turned sixty and that’s the law.
    Jerry Seinfeld

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