Walter Wilson
Max Does Not Care for Salads
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Sep 24, 2008 - 8:01:13 AM

Hello and welcome back to the wonderful world of the Dogpound.  

I finally got the opportunity to try that new salad dressing spray, “Salad Spritzers.” They have flavors like Italian, Balsamic Breeze, and Red Wine Mist, all advertised as one calorie per squirt.

Despite the obvious allure to helping us all lose weight, there are a few issues with this approach.  One issue I have is that despite the fancy names, the texture of a spray salad dressing leaves a lot to be desired.  I mean, I am used to salad dressing like Creamy Ranch or Thousand Island, the kind of dressing that you had to ladle on the salad in dollops.  The spray salad lacks not only texture, but also taste.  When you ate the old salad dressing you knew you were eating salad with dressing on it; the sprays are more like eating damp salad.

Plus, with the old salad dressing, you did not have to stab away to get cheese, bacon, onion, and tomato combinations; the dressing acted like a magnet where everything hung together on the fork. Don’t expect that with a spray. The only thing your food is going to do is go for a swim.

Then last but not least are the mechanics of eating a salad with a Salad Spritzer.  With the old salad, one helping or two and your salad was ready to eat. With the Spritzer, it is more like spray, eat a few bites, spray again, eat a few bites, and so on and so on.  You eventually get into a pretty good rhythm – spray, spray, eat, eat, and so on – but you do have to be careful. If you get a bit careless, you can blind your dinner partner.

THOUGHT FOR THE WEEK

“There is a lot more juice in grapefruit than meets the eye.”  Dogpound Wisdom [You have to think about this one, but it does make sense. Trust me.]

OVERHEARD

“People are going on dates now to coffee bars. This is the worst idea. Four cappuccinos later, your date doesn’t look any better.”

BLONDE DOES IT AGAIN

I pulled into the crowded parking lot at the Super Wal-Mart and rolled down the car windows to make sure Max had fresh air. He was stretched full-out on the back seat and I wanted to impress upon him that he must remain there.  I walked to the curb backward, pointing my finger at the car and saying emphatically, “Now you stay.  Do you hear me? Stay! Stay!”

The driver of a nearby car, a pretty blonde young lady, gave me a strange look and said, “Why don’t you just put it in park?”

That is it for now.  As always be good, play safe, and remember to eat wisely.  

JR and Max

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