Hold on Just a Minute!

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Finite Creatures” for a Blogging 101 Assignment.

benton's baconUh, what do you mean I’m not immortal? This is news to me. I’m forty-eight years old, and I still eat bacon; that’s right, bacon. And not just any old bacon, an amazing hickory-smoked bacon called Benton’s Bacon. It is so heavenly that it can’t be hurting me, right? Someone. Say. Right.

I use real half and half in my coffee. I mean what is fat free half and half? That’s none and none. Just looking at a carton of fat free “half-and-half” is enough to launch me into an existential crisis. That must be what those guys Waiting for Godot drink.

delitia butterI use butter, again good butter. DeLitia is my favorite for sweet pastries, and goat butter adds a fantastic richness to savory dishes. I always use it for the crust of a cottage pie. And here is the real proof I am still immortal: I just bought two pints ‘o lard from my butcher shop to use in my pastry crusts– along with the butter.

While everything I just said is true, I am not as cavalier with my health as it might appear. All of those choices are trans-fat free. I enjoy the bacon sparingly, and actually its strong flavor means that as an ingredient, I use far less of it than of regular bacon. I usually drink my single-estate, shade grown, French-pressed coffee black. (Yes, I’m a coffee snob.)

Loss of Innocence Can Bring Freedom

I began embracing what I consider more worthwhile splurges as part of my realization that I will not live forever. In fact, nothing I do can make me immortal. I do see my doctor regularly (good cholesterol, by the way), but I’m not going to eschew the things I really enjoy in a vain attempt to conquer death.

This particular loss of innocence came with a certain freedom. I remember dieting all the time when I was younger, looking longingly at a piece of cake or some fried chicken. I tortured myself with exercises that I loathed with all the passion one usually reserves for a cheating lover. I was miserable for years; I gained nothing but weight.

When I realized that my finite life is too short to waste, I gained happiness.

From the Other Side of the Desk

This post was written as an assignment for my Blogging 101 course, but I found it a good exercise in experiencing writing like my students do. They get prompts to which they must respond off the tops of their heads for all types of evaluations.  As such an experiment, I have not given myself the luxury of multiple edits and re-writes. This is my view from the other side of the desk.

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9 thoughts on “Hold on Just a Minute!

    1. I really like this. I’m going to continue to challenge myself to keep up with these impromptu writings. It’s a very different type of writing from what I normally do, and I think that makes it especially good for me.

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  1. Hi! Fellow coffe snob here.
    This is a great post!
    Loved the humor and overall approach to the prompt, though it made me slightly hungry. 🙂

    I absolutely agree with your point of view: we are not immortal, and while we should work to make sure that our live is as good as it can be (I hate doctors, but I have regular checks every year), denying ourselves the things we like to fit in a smaller size dress, or look a certain way (or anything else, really), is only going to make us feel miserable.

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  2. I read your post as part of my blogging 101 course because I’d chosen this prompt for yesterday’s assignment. I’m so glad I did, because it was fun to read but also insightful!

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