RFK Jr. Brings His Sauerkraut Everywhere
Robert F. Kennedy Jr. has an interesting relationship with food. He once told a journalist that he would “eat virtually anything” with the exception of humans, monkeys, and dogs. Another time, he told the New York Times that he ate so many tuna-fish sandwiches he got mercury poisoning. These days, he’s obsessed with frying things in beef tallow and enjoys doing raw-milk shooters at the White House. As secretary of Health and Human Services, he is expected to recommend that Americans eat more saturated fat, contradicting decades of evidence that diets high in saturated fat can increase the risk of heart disease. He has said his current diet is “mainly meat and anything fermented” — and it sounds like his wife, Cheryl Hines, isn’t loving it.
Hines has been making the rounds on the MAGA-podcast sphere, singing her husband’s praises and promoting her upcoming memoir. But while she’s onboard with Kennedy’s assault on public health, she’s not completely thrilled with his personal dietary choices. In a clip from her appearance on Katie Miller’s podcast this week, Hines said that Kennedy is still only eating meat and fermented vegetables. “In the morning, at 6:30, he’s cooking a steak and eating sauerkraut,” she said, and the smell, as you can probably imagine, is a lot. “When I’m just trying to have my latte and that’s coming at me, it’s like, Woah, okay.”
It doesn’t stop there. Hines said that Kennedy is so committed to his diet that, when they go out to eat, he insists on bringing his own sauerkraut. “We’ll be in the car, dressed up … I’ll have my little clutch, one of my good bags that I only take out every once in a while because I want to keep them nice, and he’ll hand me a bag of sauerkraut and say, ‘Can you put this in your bag?’” Hines clarified that, actually, she’s not opposed to carrying her husband’s sauerkraut on their dates, she just needs some advance warning. “If you tell me ahead of time I can bring a sauerkraut bag … I won’t bring the Chanel,” she joked. “When I walk in, people will say, ‘Ew, what’s that smell?’ ‘Don’t worry about it, it’s my husband’s dinner.’” That’s love, baby.
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