The Paleo Diet: Rich in Irony & Vitamins

I know I've mentioned before how this particular diet makes me laugh, but now there is a shiny magazine available at a subscription rate of $30 a year (6 issues) devoted to "The Paleo/Primal Lifestyle and Ancestral Health."  In it, there are lots of ads for things like fish oil supplements and snack packs of paleo trail mix that cost $3.50 for each 2.3 oz. pack.

It's good to avoid processed foods. I get that.  But there is something hilarious about the idea that it costs a lot of money to emulate the lifestyle of our paleolithic ancestors, particularly when it's because the dieter wants the same convenience his Cheetos eating neighbor enjoys -- and that the neighbor will probably live longer than the average person in the paleolithic despite his Cheetos eating ways.

A Very Important Question

I've wondered about this for a long time.  Whenever someone wants me to try something like rattlesnake, or alligator, or another varmint not usually seen on the menu of a restaurant with even one Michelin star, they always say the same thing: "It tastes just like chicken."

Really?  Then why not eat chicken?  Consider the benefits: it's less dangerous to catch, you're not going to get hurt waiting around the interstate for someone to hit one with a moving vehicle, and you don't have to talk anyone into eating it using suspect chicken similies.  Everybody wins, even the snake.

Well, the chicken doesn't win, but there is always sorrow in this imperfect world.

Burrito Baby at the Great Pyramid of Giza

Burrito Baby at the Temple of Artemis

Burrito Baby at the Lighhouse of Alexandria

Burrito Baby at the Statue of Zeus at Olympia

Oh wait.  That's the Statue of Zeus at the Olympics.

Burrito Baby at the Mausoleum a Halicarnassus