Last night’s top story on Countdown With Keith Olbermann was America’s date with obesity. By the year 2030, half of this country will be that way. Some are making early arrivals. (I have been trying to mend my ways…and my pants.) In an effort to delay destiny, Keith hosted Anthony Bourdain from The Travel Channel’s hit show, No Reservations. The culinary guest did a delightful job of parsing the issue and warning that we must become more aware of what we are putting into our faces. That pie-hole needs to be fed more fruits and veggies and less lemon mirangue.
First Lady Michelle Obama’s efforts at making the nation’s youth more aware were bantered about. She has tried to bring the young ones back to the garden. Also discussed was Bourdain’s recent fray with Paula Deen over how lethal her recipe suggestions seem to be. Her reactionary blurb considered that we can’t all be rich enough to eat and drink only the finest. Without reservation, Anthony’s retort was that even in regions where people are poor, like the Creole and Cajun ones, better selections can be found.
Now, here is the rub, and I do mean garlic on pork. After hearing about deep-fried sticks of butter, cheeseburgers earmuffed with do-nuts and then dipped in the hot fat, and state fairs (with foot longs) ad nauseam, Keith invited viewers to watch Anthony Bourdain’s season finale, following immediately on the other network. I switched over. What I saw left me in shock and awe as per the battle of the bulge!
No Reservations had traveled down to my Louisiana and there were my kinfolks having a crawfish boil and a cochon de lait! It made me answer the question, “What would you do for a Klondike bar?” I ran to the fridge and got one! (Oreo flavor) Cher bon Dieu! What they did not do! Talk about, “Do what I say do and not what I do!” There was my Louisiana history humanities teacher and head of our French department at ULL, Dr. Barry Ancelet, fresh from Scott, hanging over the crawfish pot! My Mardi Gras examiner was meeting my Keith Olbermann examiner head-on!
Any possibility for redemption went up in smoke, as a boucherie followed, complete with the recitation of The Our Father before Bourdain pulled the trigger on a big ol’ sweet Wilbur, giving him two Jersey-style taps. What followed was common fare for my eyes, having been married to a Couvillion, but for the dieters, it was pure scandal! Every part of the pig was celebrated! There was boudin, cracklins, hog’s head cheese pie, gumbo, and all but Thibodeaux! I could not believe that after he warned that some people took ten minutes to get out of their cars, and that a six-hundred pound person was in the way as folks try to exit a building on fire, this culinary king got down and dirty in Breaux Bridge, Louisiana! The man was eating and drinking like there was no tomorrow. Now, he was taking small bites, but he bit everything in sight!
Sometimes I feel very connected to Keith Olbermann. He thinks like I think. Or I think like he thinks. But last night, when I switched from his world to mine by pressing the channel up button on the remote, I was closer to him than I have ever been. Some might say that he is pig-headed, but I just love that big boy! And I love who he hangs with. Anthony Bourdain, ended that episode with a muffaletta and a high powered daiquiri on the Mississippi. Damn! I am looking out the window for him now!
P.S. Keith prepared a graphic that showed the increase in disease associated with the fattening of the nation. He also offered that diabetes is an old problem. His grandmother and mine both had it. But his grandmother, having had amputations, ate chocolate the day she died! What a grand gal!