A few days ago I stopped for lunch in a small town cafe and saw that the daily special was goulash.  I sat there thinking about a meat concoction heavily pepper with paprika and served with some type of noodle or maybe a mashed potato pile.  I took the plunge. 

I was surprised when the waitress came out toting a bread bowl full of a mixture of hamburger meat, onions, elbow macaroni covered with some type of tomato sauce.  The bread bowl was made in house and looked good.  However, the mixture enclosed in the bowl was what we called slumgullion.  Different names for the same thing, I guess.  I mentioned to the waitress that I thought the cook either spent some time in the army or in prison.  She looked at me oddly and said she didnt know which.  It was good but I had mixed feelings about eating the macaroni and the bread bowl.  A perfect combination if you dont care how many carbs you are putting in your body. (the temple). 

We were all raised in a time when carbs werent considered when dinner, supper or whatever your family called a meal was put on the table.  You could easily end up with 2 starches and a loaf of bread in the same meal.  You could see mashed potatoes, pinto beans and gravy over biscuits.  You ate these combinations because they tasted good.  Carbs, no prob.  Now, the good Lord designed us and I hate to second guess him, but, he could have made some minor adjustments that would have helped us all.  He put taste buds in our mouths to help us taste sweet, bitter, salty, etc.  He enabled us to taste, lemon, cherry, sweet and  bitter all in the same piece of cheesecake.  He could have simply added 2 more rows of taste buds that would have made everything that was bad for us taste like doo doo.  How simple could that have been?  Nope, he decided to put us to the test every day for the length of our life.  He knew that mac and cheese was gonna taste like heaven.  He suspected that the icing on birthday cake was going to taste so good that people would be tempted to drag their finger thru the stuff and then try to smooth it out so no one would notice.  People notice because you can never erase your fingerprints in the icing.  He was absolutely certain that a brownie was gonna taste better than a piece of celery.  For sure.

Well, so far I have failed the test.  I have not been strong.  I have let my taste buds rule.  I like celery and radishes but would eradicate them with agent orange in favor of a piece of custard pie.  When I get to the pearly gates and St Peter starts reading off my many missteps, I guess I am just going to have to set there and listen.  I will have no excuse other than the good Lord made me do it.

GC