Health Nazi

I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again. Having dinner with a bunch of friends is my favourite way of spending an evening…unless of course it’s having dinner with a hot date. Me, being a Health Nazi during the week, means that I don’t eat anything with high impact sugars, or which is extremely high in fats; and this can prove to be very difficult especially if it’s not the weekend. I do have a policy however, that if someone goes out of their way and puts some hard, heart-felt effort into preparing a meal; I then have no choice but to consume whatever it is that they have made, even if it is laden with contraband.

Tonight I’ll be going to a dinner party at a friend, which would usually mean that the “eat-whatever-it-is-they-make-even-if-it-is-laden-with-contraband” policy kicks in and I’d probably be left with a horrible feeling of guilt, for cheating, the rest of the week. With that said, Stef is making us dinner this evening and that means that I am guaranteed to go guilt (how’s that for alliteration?) free.

Stef is studying at one of the finest culinary schools in New York, so she can follow her dream to open up a restaurant one day (being a big fan of her cooking, I’m sure I’ll be one of the first, if not first person to walk through the door). The school specialises in the sourcing and preparing of natural, healthy foods and she’s becoming a master of coming up with some amazingly, delicious dishes. For example over the weekend, she baked a Carrot Cake that was all organic, fat free, sugar free, wheat and gluten free – to be honest, I have no idea how anyone could figure out how to bake a cake like that, but Stef did and it was absolutely spectacular…Anyways, I’m famished, and this talk about food is not helping.

PS just for the record my Health Nazi-ness doesn’t mean I don’t like unhealthy fatty foods. Quite the contrary actually, I love the damn stuff; so much so, that if I had my way I’d probably endanger my health; but having a slight heart condition, it does serve in my best interest to look after the ol’ ticker.