The older you will get...: If I Tell You What I Eat You'll Want to Eat it Too...

Sometimes after I cook and I do most of the cooking except for scrambled eggs, fried chicken, spaghetti and fried wild duck breast which are Cathy's specialties and if the results are pretty I make a photo of the finished product. I rarely do this in restaurants unless I am eating with close associates Suzy and Charlie or Scott and Ellen and everyone has ordered something where they had to go out and kill the animal to make the dish special just for us but instead preferring to make photos of food I have cooked.

The food I have cooked and photographed is often fried catfish or maybe a nice piece of otherwise healthy grilled catfish that has been topped with a cholesterol elevating cream sauce or a heavy marbled fat beefsteak. Usually not apparent in the photo but hiding in plain sight is butter. I've began to feel a little bit guilt about all this.

By all reports from my doc (who wishes he had hair as long as mine) I'm a healthy elderly man (ex smoker, that's their way of saying even though you quit 30 odd years ago it will kill you) and none of this heavy eating is having much of an effect on me. What if you ate it though and had a heart attack. It would be like us taking a dose of cocaine that I tolerated well but it fried your brain. I'd feel bad about that too.

So I decide to confess here (not that I do cocaine) but that I usually eat one and sometimes two veggie meals a day. Breakfast is a bowl of fruit, yogurt and crumbled dried plantains and lunch is a salad. Here's the salad.

It could be considered a little on the big side and I did have the guilty pleasure of crackers with it.

Here's supper last night. Maybe the first time I have cooked a fish I didn't catch but I recently had grilled salmon at a friend's house and it was good and the fish in HEB looked tasty so I broiled in butter sauce and accompanied it with French bread, sautéed veggies and sliced avocado. Cathy likes salmon.