My three discoveries of the day:
1. Better Made Rainbow Potato Chips-- for those who read this blog that are not native Detroiters, Better Made is a Detroit institution. They make delicious snack foods-- I am partial to the pretzel rods and the kettle chips. UNTIL TODAY. Rainbow chips are made from potatoes that have been stored longer; apparently, this allows the potatoes' starches to break down into simpler sugars, so when they are fried, they caramelize more than regular po-tates. What a wonderful chemistry lesson. (After I discovered the joys of roasting Brussels sprouts, I waxed poetic about food chemistry to BFF Thea. It was a nice moment.) Anyway, these chips are just ridiculous. Do yourself a favor and try them out.
2. I did some web-based sleuth work and found a lesser-known hole-in-the-wall joint about a half-hour from my current digs. They boast the best fish-and-chips in metro Detroit. I am going to chase it down, and then I'll report back.
3. Apparently, I have a low iron count. I was due for another blood donation, so I went in, and I was turned away because of my iron levels! I cannot believe it. I've never had this happen before and I've donated quite a few times. So instead of leaving there with that great-but-temporary rush of self-righteousness and dizziness, I left with two sore fingertips and an elevated feeling of indignation. Of course, I called BFF Katie to get the juice on iron levels, and she told me to ease up. I'll go back to the ARC and try again in a few weeks. This is going to bug me, I can tell already. My only theory at this point is the increase in soy in my diet-- I've drinking soy milk on an almost daily basis, and soy is apparently an iron absorption inhibitor, along with spinach, whole grains, coffee, tea, and some other stuff. I've been drinking a lot more coffee and tea because I'm trying to wean myself off of the teat from the Diet Coke cow. Anyway.
I didn't do anything fun and social to celebrate St. Patrick's Day. I wore some green, and bought donuts with shamrock sprinkles for my co-workers-- but I drank no Guinness, pounded no Irish Carbombs, listened to no U2. You know what Guinness has in it? IRON. Goddammit.
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