Today my doctor called to give me my yearly exam results, ticking through all the things, and when she reached iron count she said, “And you’re definitely not anemic.” Which I attribute (but didn’t admit) to the fact that I eat hamburgers at least once a week. For a bit, because it’s my favorite bar and because of the ridiculously priced happy hour, we visited the People’s Pub (Die Volkskneipe) for burgers as many as three days between weekends. It sounds kind of gross, but hamburgers, especially $5 burgers served old-school cookout style with soft sesame buns, mayo, lettuce, tomato, onion, pickles and fries, are addictive in a way that can only be stopped when you begin to feel ashamed by the realization that your diet resembles that of an eight year-old without any parents. At least if having the diet of an eight year-old without any parents seems shameful to you. Sometimes, it is very fun, in fact it's even better, because hamburgers go with beer.
Tuesday, May 15, 2007
Definitely Not Anemic
Today my doctor called to give me my yearly exam results, ticking through all the things, and when she reached iron count she said, “And you’re definitely not anemic.” Which I attribute (but didn’t admit) to the fact that I eat hamburgers at least once a week. For a bit, because it’s my favorite bar and because of the ridiculously priced happy hour, we visited the People’s Pub (Die Volkskneipe) for burgers as many as three days between weekends. It sounds kind of gross, but hamburgers, especially $5 burgers served old-school cookout style with soft sesame buns, mayo, lettuce, tomato, onion, pickles and fries, are addictive in a way that can only be stopped when you begin to feel ashamed by the realization that your diet resembles that of an eight year-old without any parents. At least if having the diet of an eight year-old without any parents seems shameful to you. Sometimes, it is very fun, in fact it's even better, because hamburgers go with beer.
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Hamburgers are delicious and salty but my preferred method of fighting iron anemia is to drink lots of Guinness. And even though it was reported here on the Daily Snack to taste kind of like a banana, the first sip of Guinness has always struck me as kind of metallic, like the taste you get after licking a doorknob. Not that I'm in the habit of licking doorknobs, I'm just saying.
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