Friday, January 1, 2016

My secret indulgence

Interesting, lesser-known fact about me: I love stand-up comedy. 

However, I only love clean stand-up comedy. My take on the issue is, if you can’t be funny without slumping to the lowest common denominator, then you aren’t that talented. It takes major talent to be funny without slamming or shaming others, making light of completely inappropriate topics or employing every vulgar word in the book. 

During the first few winters here in New England, I found the best way for me to fight the blahhs was to give myself a double-whammie of endorphins.... this happened by listening to the PG comedy station on Pandora while working out at the gym. I am sure I made more than a few people wonder what I was doing as I laughed my way around the indoor track. It was loads of fun and worked well to combat the dark, wet months. 

One of the best mostly-clean comedians is Jeff Gaffigan. Even his last name sounds funny. His routines are hysterical. He has loads of kids, loves his wife, makes fun of himself, gym habits and strange foods. I seriously cry when I hear his Hot Pockets bit. 

So, if you’re like me and appreciate the funny, grab yourself a copy of Food by Jim Gaffigan. Turn straight to page 188 and prepare to laugh-cry. He devoted an entire book to his ideas on food. I wasn’t sure it was possible to fill 327 pages on food stories and jokes, but he managed. But, I think this book would also be interesting to the “foodies” among us. Although Gaffigan claims to not be a “foodie” but an “eatie”, he does a great job describing foods of America regionally. 


bloggingsforbooks, thanks for the great read in exchange for my thoughts on it all. 

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