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I eat like a rabbit... 1:42 p.m. 2005-03-09 Newsflash: I eat like a rabbit. Does it really matter? I don’t eat much meat, but I will eat meat…sometimes; not just every day. I just don’t crave meat very much. I’ve always been that way since I was a child. I will eat chicken, as long as there are no bones anywhere in it—same with meat. I don’t like bones. And, as for fish---forget it. I’m deathly afraid of fish bones. I know that story about Mama Cass choking on a chicken bone is completely false, but still I am afraid of bones. If I had a choice between a ham sandwich or a avocado sandwich, I would choose the avocado. This sometimes bothers people, why? Okay, I guess I’m not the “traditional Portuguese” eater. I don’t crave Alcatra or eat fried sardines every day. I’ve never tried a “lapa”. A lapa is a shellfish that people cut off the rocks with knives and eat alive. Nope, I’ve never tried it; I may one day however, but for now, I’ve been “lapa free”. I will eat “coves” (kale soup) at every opportunity, and I do love cabbage, and carrots—anything green…and yes, “Coelha” does mean girl rabbit, so why does this surprise people? And no, I’ve never tried eating rabbit. I do not have the desire to eat any animal who is furry and and cuddly UNLESS, it is made of CHOCOLATE. I love chocolate. I confess to you now that I found the receptionist’s stash of chocolate eggs in her drawer, and I did have a few. Okay, 4 eggs. Please forgive me. You can’t put chocolate anywhere near me and expect me not to indulge in it’s sweetness. It’s a temptation that I’m sure the devil put out there just so people would need to seek the help of a dentist. I’m not saying that dentists are bad. Thank God for them..but, I’m sorry—people who enjoy putting their fingers in peoples mouths when they are laying down defenseless as they stick their patients (victims) with needles and drills, poking and prying…their personality seem frightening to me. None of my friends are dentists. That is all I’m going to say. It’s Easter time and the constant temptation of chocolate bunnies and eggs is everywhere. Even at the corner gas station. It should come to no wonder that my birthday sometimes lands on Easter so you can imagine the amount of stuffed bunnies I’ve acquired throughout the years as well as the many chocolate bunnies consumed. Of course, Easter is not about chocolate bunnies. Giving up meat every Friday has not been a big deal for me because of my lack of interest in cow, but perhaps I should try and stay away from the chocolate stuff for Lent. Is that bad, or too restricting? Oh the guilt! Coelha@aol.com
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