I regret not hitting up the grocery store at the 11th hour. (Literally, it was 11:00 in the evening and I thought about taking a trip for a few sundries, but God assured me that tomorrow is a better day. A day where some deli men will be looking around, I guess. As if I care about that these days.)
I regret it because I want cinnamon toast. I require gluten-free bread, which is a pain in the rear, but I discovered a fairly good brand called Carbonaught. It’s a clever brand name, if you ask me. It tastes great, too! My only issue is that it causes me some bloating and discomfort due to gas. My body is happier without it, of course, because bloating means it’s not digesting correctly. I pop pills full of enzymes and probiotics to try to upgrade my digestion. It’s working, but very slowly. Either way, I’d love to slather some faux butter on that and sprinkle cinnamon over the top. And perhaps a measure of erythritol.
I’ve sworn off sugar for the rest of my days. It is and will cause all the problems in the world, whether or not it’s organic and fair trade and [insert something we do in the name of health here.] It causes cancer. Europe knows that, but the FDA can’t be arsed to decide the same as millions of Americans die everywhere in agony of chemotherapy and its complications or cancer itself.
But there’s a new cancer in this world. Biofilm created by mold, which is fed by the very same sugar. In fact, it’s fed by all sugars, not just legitimate cane sugar. To eat too much sugar is to invite disaster. Many nutritionists have known this forever, basically, but they’re not screaming loudly enough for everyone else to catch on yet. But they will, when they start dying in droves by New Year’s Eve. This year. 2022. It’s just three months away, basically, and I believe there will be much merry-making… and then in the beginning of 2023, a howl will go through the human race. Disaster will be here.
And why? Mold. Mold toxicity. Complications from these two things. I could be wrong and I hope I am. I’d love to breathe a sigh of relief and say, “I was not Kassandra!” However, sometimes I hit the nail on the head. Maybe I’m just off by a few years and it’s 2025 we really need to worry about. We’ll see, since time will tell. It has a way of doing that, after all.
Anyway, you’re here to talk about cinnamon toast, aren’t you? It’s something my ex-husband used to want to eat every time he felt under the weather. I’ve wondered about that, since gluten and dairy both tend to feed mold. The cinnamon, of course, typically inhibits mold, however. Nowadays, cinnamon has mold in it most of the time. Especially if your home has a mold issue that you’re unaware of. Once you open the spice jar up, you’re allowing mold inside.
So this home remedy that my ex-husband enjoyed might actually be making him sicker today because of how prolific mold actually is. It’s the singular most efficient life form on planet Earth. The more we disturb all the ecosystems and habitats, the more mold thrives. The more likely we are to kill ourselves off in something worse than a pandemic.
My doctor warned me about this “mouth mask” thing supposedly going around once we put those masks on. But, what if it’s mold? What if we are re-breathing mold on those masks? I know we took them off and all, but the damage is done. The mold is already multiplied and happy within our lungs. Especially the lungs of people who love to eat dairy and sugar. I forgot that’s something my dear ex-hubby used to put on his cinnamon toast, as well.
So what happens if you take Carbonaught bread and toast that, slather it with non-dairy butter, then sprinkle on cinnamon and fake sugar? It becomes a mold-killer, honestly. Erythritol and other sugar alcohols make it harder for mold to inhabit your intestines. The lack of carbs means the mold cannot thrive; it has nothing to eat. So, even though you’ve got a little going in, ultimately, it’s a mold-killing machine that you’ve created. In fact, this is true of everything where you replace gluten, dairy, and real sugar.
And, yes, honey actually inhibits mold… I’d posit that honey is medicine and only medicine. Calling it food is to say that we are stealing from another species that is on the brink of extinction in order to have a happy belly. What kind of MONSTER does THAT?
Almost every home has some mold in it at least some of the year. If you open your windows after the rain, the mold can be especially high. If you have a leaky faucet or even some place that ends up damp most of the time, there’s likely some mold. In fact, there are seven points of mold in my home now. I’m not sure how my parents are still alive, given that they have not given up gluten or dairy. They certainly are ill, I’ll tell you that. It’s just that the miracle of modern medicine drags out their inevitable demise. (I don’t really want them to expire, I’m sorry if it sounds that way.)
I keep flirting with danger because I don’t believe I’m being saved adequately. Sorry, God. You let in too many assholes in my head. Maybe they’re my readers. Maybe they aren’t. However, so many people want to be my “special friend” that it’s driving me bonkers. I only want one “friend,” thank you. A husband, at that. A partner. I’m not going to do this song and dance again, where I’m used and abused and left at the curbside so that some asshole can pursue whatever it is their cock desires that is not me just because they cannot love themselves. In fact, I think I ought to demand marriage counseling before even getting married. I know a couple who have done that and they are quite satisfied with life, so I think it’s a great place to begin.