A few genuine carnivore foods?

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Why, yes.  Yes indeed.  Followed by a few savory notions of another sort.

I always worry.  Are they going to use something that... I can't, won't, use?  So often they add something I can't eat.  Honey?  Sugar?  Or something I can't taste, like some "keto" sweeteners, such as stevia.  It's more like most recipes are dressed as something else.  Or, they make it a plug for multiculturalism.  I can't keep them all out, I miss things, but I try.

These?  These look clean, on first blush.  The only thing, with one of them, is finding one of the key ingredients... chicken skins.  I'll... have to ask around.  Maybe, maybe not.  It won't be clean.  Chicken, of the better sort, just isn't processed to that level, in bulk.  Or... nowhere near.  But, for a small occasional dish, I might be willing to take that risk.  For both of the chicken dishes, actually.

Well, her kid is rather larger though.  :p

And, an ice cream that is truly carnivore?  While it excludes the whites, those could be added in with other eggs, to make a slightly larger omelet, or such.  Or whipped to make a meringue, or for cloud bread.  Won't go to waste, if I do my part.  And, the yolks are my favorite, anyway.  A good way to get more eggs into the diet.  Sweeteners?  I could tinker with various keto sweeteners, see what works for both my tastes and my blood sugar.  It looks delicious.  Well, and I could always try it just plain.  A very good summer carnivore item.

These next?  Had to grin.  It's been happening.  Women in the 30 to 35 range have been... going for the bait, old as it is.  I don't even bother.  If for many reasons.  American, fertility issues, and... some... worries about self.  Not just one, all.  For some time, I never realized I might be tossing the fish back, not even trying to hook them?  I just thank God I am finished with the local girls.  They just... have nothing to offer.  That wall is coming up fast, too.  On them.  Not my problem.  

Older women know better.  Younger women aren't interested, or... none that I would consider fit.  Odd that once they get tattooed, buffed up, and pierced up, they... realize their lack of value and start offering.  No thank you.  Not saying I am all that good.  Not even trying to be bait.  But they are... interested.  Some of them, and otherwise decent looking ones.  Too late, wrong country, bad economics, and offering nothing but their hungers, debt, and attitude.

I almost feel for them.  Some of them, maybe, didn't get a square deal?  Most of them?  Were having way too much fun to choose when they had far better picks than myself.  Yea.  No.  Just... no.  I'll pray for them.  If I'll pray more for any guy who takes in a harpy.  But it looks like even the typical stooge has figured things out... if they are hitting on me.  *grins*