Banjo Man’s “nutritional meeting” was a great success. The dietitian/nutritionist/herbal goddess was stunned speechless over his breakfast ingredients.
And his lunch. And his salads. And his green tea and avocado intake.
“You must like to shop,” she gulped.
Oh, yes, said Banjo Man, the supermarket addict.
She tweaked his oil intake. They discussed–what else?–turmeric. Banjo Man was completely satisfied with the 90-minute exchange of information.
At the end of the meeting, as Banjo Man packed up his bags of living-forever foods and spices, she said, “You would make a wonderful candidate for a major university study.”
Look out, Harvard.