Glycemic Index, Glycemic Load
September 23, 2004
Okay Freaks, here is a great article about the definition of Glycemic Index and Glycemic load. Don’t mind the fact that you have to go to a diabetes website to read about it. Diabetics, folks with hypoglycemia and athletes need to be experts on glycemic indexes and loads.
http://diabetes.about.com/library/mendosagi/ngilists.htm.
See also:
http://www.glycemicfoodlist.com/#G_Load
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Eat off the floor? Get the facts…
In Amsterdam if I drop food when I’m cooking I always just pick it up and pop it into my mouth. I eat off my floor - sometimes days after the ‘fall’. And what you may ask are my criteria for scrapping or scarfing? With me it depends on whether the food was initially wet or dry. (See semi-unrelated picture above of some mould I grew in 3 weeks time on some wet food.) Foods that become wetter as they get older I tend to scrap. Yesterday I found some old almonds lying quite dryly on the floor of my bedroom. I picked ‘em up and scarfed ‘em right down in one clean hand motion.
Readymade Mag’s Eat off the floor
In this old ReadyMade Mag issue there is a funny article about eating off the floor and whether it is unclean. If you have kids you probably have heard of the 5 second rule, ‘don’t anything that has been on the floor for more than 5 seconds.’
I always thought of this as the 15 second rule. Oops.
There was a Dutch telev�e ad in which one sees a woman bringing her clothes to the cleaners. With some difficulty she peels a piece of salt licorice (type muntje) out of a dirty jeans pocket and tosses it into her mouth. This much to the disgust of the guy behind the counter. It was a licorice ad. What would I have done? Oh, definitely scarf.
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Oh to be a gay man and not on speaking terms…
September 21, 2004
Pictured above is a series of cakes designed and produced by Kees Raat of Unlimited Delicious in Amsterdam. It doesn’t really matter what sort of cakes, I bought 3 kinds and they were all intriguing to the eye and I can only imagine that the taste was insane. I didn’t actually get offered a bite.
For the sake of this story let’s just say that a friend of mine named Jim asked me to do him a favour. Jim (who for the sake of this story lives in Arnhem) wanted me to spoil his bed-ridden ex-boyfriend with sweets but didn’t dare to come up and do this himself because the boys were in the throes of a kafuffle (as they say in Canada). The boyfriend (let’s call him Hamid for the sake of the story), had just days ago become a short-term shut-in due to a knee operation and under the guise of ‘checking to see if he’s allright’, Jim asked me to visit Hamid bearing gifts in his name. What follows is all very soapy but what I find so amazing is that this is a story about an EX boyfriend. ‘Would you please be a dear and get him some cakes and a box of chocolates - I’ll pay ya back.’ Sometimes you just want to be a gay man!
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