On Saturday I posted this goofy video with the intention of granting humour to news feeds bogged down with COVID-19 pessimism.
My friends were probably thinking ‘Rach, stop singing’, but they’re too polite to say so. Oh well, at least my vagus nerve was happy (this nerve, which acts as someone of a telephone connection between the gut and the brain LOVES it when we sing, its like therapy for this cranial nerve).
And seeing as 70% of the immune system sits in the gut, to my precious immune cells I say ‘you are most welcome‘.
It’s no secret that I love ginger … and nut butter.
In fact, I love nut butter so much that I wrote a whole chapter about it, called Buttery Blended Nuts, which contains one of my favourite sections in the entire book. The oil plant high school reunion.
Hahaha, this whimsical character sketch never gets old! Check out the smug look on Peanut’s face. Classic.
Speaking of peanut. I cannot stress enough how incredible the following combo tastes;
- Fresh ginger
- Dried fruit of choice (I recommend raisins or dates or a dried fruit-medley with figs and apricots too)
- Nut (or seed) butter of choice
It is a gingernut biscuit batter party in your mouth with all the immune-boosting properties of ginger, cell-renewing benefits of nuts and sweet fibrous offerings of dehydrated fruit. Genius.
I am so excited by this combination that I wrote a parody about it. It’s not called Price Tag (I’d never rip Jessie J off). It’s my vice brag. Not that I consider peanut butter out of the jar a ‘vice’, but I needed a rhyme and some might think my double-dipping disgusting.
I wish to inform you that I am the only one in my house who eats peanut butter. One jar doesn’t even last me a week. There’s no risk of cross contamination, nor microbial accumulation. I keep it clean and I keep it whimsical. And on that reputation-covering note, here’s the S*** I sing on Saturdays (my Facebook friend probably wish I didn’t). Enjoy amigos.
Vice Brag
“Peanut butter fan, apricot head and tahini, ginger’s ready”
Seems like everybody’s got a vice,
A crutch the like to hold real tight
Under a veil they thirst
For the thing they reckon
Will put a smile on their dial
Why should I think I’m delirious
Because I take my nut butter so serious
I slap it on pies
And steamed Broccoli
It’s always a bloody good time
An oversized spoon in my left (hand)
A jar of nut butter in my right (hand)
I don’t really wanna share,
My nut butter portions, alright
It doesn’t cost much money, money, money
Nor make my poos runny, runny, runny
But it makes my Vitamix dance
Into the blender from the nut bag
Ginger gives it; za-zing, za-zing
Dried friut makes it; sa-sing, sa-sing
And it makes my Vitamix Dance
And that’s my humble vice brag
Love to y’all. Stay happy and wash your hands often. Yours in balancing hysteria with humour,
Rachie xxx