Chia seeds in our fridge, all my dreams are coming true

Do you guys remember when my darling husband, the amateur birder, was keeping worms in our fridge? You may argue that this isn't nearly as bad, but I don't know, I think it's worse.

Chia seeds immersed in water. Chia gel, I guess. CHIA GEL. Like a Chia Pet. That's right. Except you eat it - except I don't eat it because my tummy gets a little upset just thinking about it.

J just finished listening to the audio version of the book "Born To Run," and has been talking a lot about "minimalist running," which is fine, and possibly even pretty cool, but he also got excited about some of the foods suggested in the book used to refuel and replenish after - or before - a run. Like Chia Pet seeds. Sorry, Chia seeds.

I am way into the idea of real, healthy foods in place of things like Gatorade and Power Bars and what have you (even though sometimes those things are unbelievably tempting and delicious) but little seeds you put in water to create some kind of viscous energy potion? Bring back the worms, I say. I'll take the worms instead.

Boobs? You guys want to talk about boobs?

So, honestly, besides making meatballs, which were delicious, one of the real reasons I don't have as much time to write on this blog is that I write on other ones. Which I love doing, except for the fact that blog writing should pay big bucks! Or at the very least it should pay little bucks. And it does not. It tends to pay no bucks. No dollars in the slightest. But at least I'm getting my name out there! Oh man, I am not sick of saying that at all. Oh well. On to the next thing. You guys have seen this, right?

Right?!?

Here's a little something I wrote about all of this on the Motherland blog for www.ct.com.

Essentially I just yield to Lisa Belkin's piece in The Huffington Post and say that she can comment better on the whole situation than I ever will, but whatever. I know when to give in, people.