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Ed Levine's Serious Diet, Week 135: The Hurricane Earl Peanut Butter Diet
My wife and I have spent the last 24 hours preparing for the effects of Hurricane Earl on the little former sheep farmhouse on Martha's Vineyard that we've been coming to together ever since we met more than 32 years ago.
The last time we dealt with a hurricane here as a family was in 1991, when Hurricane Bob touched-down on Cape Cod and the Islands (as Martha's Vineyard and Nantucket are referred to on road signs as drivers approach this part of Massachusetts). And of course, given my serious food orientation, mostly what I remember about experiencing Hurricane Bob is waiting in line at the local supermarket loaded down with the fixin's for what I call the hurricane diet, namely peanut butter, jelly, bread, and eggs.
Why that quartet? Well, we knew we were likely to lose power, so it was going to be difficult to cook anything except eggs, which we could cook over our little can of sterno. My mother-in-law, who was up here with us pre-Bob, likes everything just so, and let's just say that peanut butter and jelly was not her idea of the appropriate hurricane diet.
Eventually she saw the light, and we all enjoyed our three square meals a day of PB&J for the next seven days, which is how long it took to get our power back.
Nineteen years later, we are fully PB&J equipped for Hurricane Earl, but given my predilection for inhaling entire jars of peanut butter with a spoon, I am worried about the effects of Hurricane Earl on my serious diet.
As readers of this column know, peanut butter is a serious diet weakness of mine. But given my steady movement towards more disciplined eating, maybe I'll be OK. We'll see.
Hopefully we won't lose power for a week this time, so I won't be facing the prospect of constant peanut butter temptation and consumption. I think I'm going to go out this morning and get some celery to put my peanut butter in.
It's been a tough week pre-Earl. I did bring Thinner up here, but I didn't get on him/her for the first few days, so a fat lot of good it did to schlep the scale up here. Well, here we go. 221. Up a pound from last week. Can't worry too much about it. Hurricane's comin.'