I Did A Bad, Bad Thing – Part Deux

Ah, Thursday. Great day of the week, unless you think that eating glorious pub food is a bad thing, in which case, Thursday is a terror. However you may view it, my day was fairly typical. Shopping, etc. I did indeed pick up stuff that must be cooked, and made damn sure to include bread and boysenberry jelly on the shopping list.

That said, the second I got home, I made a peanut butter and jelly sandwich that reminded me so much of my grandmother, I could almost fancy myself back in the SV at her house. If I had 7up in a can, it would have made the vision complete. Why is it that mothers and grandmothers somehow manage to make the very best peanut butter and jelly sandwiches in the world? And, don’t say it’s because they’re infused with love, or some such nonsense! I personally believe that a special chemical is introduced to the body during pregnancy that provides the coveted peanut butter and jelly gene. Because although my sandwich was tasty and exactly what I wanted, it lacked a certain magic.

Trivia was surprisingly fun this week. We shocked ourselves with how stellar we were (and somehow managed to remain at the dead center of the pack…), even with a music-themed night. Music-themed usually end with us on the same crazy train. Destination: Horror. Anyway, I just had an order of mozzarella sticks and a couple of vodka Red Bulls before switching to Mountain Dew (sadly not the Baja Blast), so I guess the lure of the sticks is still too great. Well, trivia sticks, that is. I didn’t pick up any frozen ones at the store.

Friday was a fairly simple day. Ham sandwich (I was much depressed to discovered that I’d forgotten cheese during my shopping excursion) for lunch with plenty of mustard and bread and butter pickles. 100-calorie pack ‘o Cheetos, then later in the afternoon, a 100-calorie pack of Milano cookies. Which included exactly two cookies. Hardly satisfying. Milano fail! Dinner was another pb&j, with a 100-calorie pack of Chips Ahoy – much more awesome than the Milano. The tiny cookies were super-cute, and drizzled with fudge. Yum!

Saturday morning came around and I was inexplicably up before the dawn. I was bored and wanted to do something with my hands, so I endeared myself to my neighbors by noisily cooking. I made Hamburger Helper that had been sitting in my cupboard for months, and it was nowhere near as good as the taco one, but still edible (which I know from tastes while cooking, not from consuming for a meal). I also made a Macaroni Grill meal that only requires milk, water and 1lb of chicken. It was something like chicken with pasta and basil sauce. Now, that was GOOD. I know not just from seasoning to taste while cooking, but because that’s what I ate for lunch later in the day. Very good. Although, the box said it made 5 one cup servings. Vicious lie. More like 3 one cup servings. At least it tastes good.

I forgot to eat before going out for a friend’s birthday on Saturday night, which turned out to be a terrible thing, because I was HOLLOW-STOMACHED on the drive home. The gnawing was unbearable, so I gave in to a base desire – Taco Bell. I got four tacos and an order of nachos. I only ate the nachos and one taco when I got home, then ate the other three tacos for lunch yesterday. So, it wasn’t as bad as it could have been, but I have to detox from the Baja Blast once again. Sweet, sweet Baja Blast…

Dinner was some divine sushi at Shiro’s. I’d never been, but my aunt frequents the place, so she knew what to ask about and what to order. I pretty much let her have a free hand. I had Spanish mackerel (never had it before and it was great!), yellowtail (which I love – just melts in the mouth), a warm crab hand roll, this raw tuna salad-type thing that just has the chunks of tuna drizzled with what we think is a ponzu-sarachi-wasabi-aioli sauce (whatever it is, it’s spectacular), a rainbow roll and a spicy tuna roll. The rainbow roll was as close as I got to eating eel. My aunt got one for herself for dessert (a freakin’ slice of eel on some rice! *shudder*).

Today started out a little more healthy, as lunch was a salad with tons of stuff on it – my usual mix of sweet lettuce, carrots, olives, celery, mushroom, onion, yellow potato, radish, and parmesan lovingly tossed in balsamic. It was mighty fine, if I do say so myself. So, there you have it. I caved and got Taco Bell, but have been pretty good with making myself stuff otherwise. Excepting the Shiro’s and Jillian’s, that is.

Hack, Hack….

Ugh. Head cold. But, that’s a recent development, so I’ll start where I left off…Saturday night.

The butternut squash soup was indeed delicious, and I thought that would be my last meal of the night. Oh, was I ever wrong. I was reading until pretty late, but only caved so far as to eat a 100 calorie back of chocolate-covered grahams. Until my friend called and wanted to stop by for some Wii. At 3am. I was about to go to bed after reading for a while, but decided, “What the hey, I feel like some Wii.”

Said friend was more than mildly intoxicated, and the desire to keep my carpets, pajamas (that I’d lent her), couch and blankets puke-free forced the decision to cook up some greasy for her to ingest. Her vehement demands for Jack in the Crack fell on deaf ears, as I wanted to rid my pantry of one of the boxes of Mac ‘n Cheese I’ve got in there.

Took me a bit to fix it up, because I must doctor everything, and my recipe vastly improves upon Kraft’s (no offense to Kraft). I take away one of the tablespoons of butter included in the mix and substitute a tablespoon of cream cheese (makes it a little less greasy and a little more cheesy – yum!). I also add ROSEMARY, cumin, cayenne and worcestershire sauce. My intoxicated friend loved it. I also had a bit because stuffing an entire box of mac into a drunkie is as bad an idea as not feeding one at all.

We both slept in (doi) after the late night, and I heated up some of the sour cream chicken I made last week. It was a bit saltier than most people would like, but my friend and I love some salt, so it was just fine. Next time I make it, I’ll ease up on the salt a bit, though. Just did a Lean Cuisine for dinner, then a couple of 100 calorie packs for snacks later in the night. One of the aforementioned chocolate/graham and one of Cheetos.

I woke pretty early on Monday, and was hungry and bored. I made a taco casserole Hamburger Helper to cure the boredom. While that simmered, I watched a movie and did dishes. I had to hard boil some eggs that would’ve gone bad, so I made an egg salad mixture. I didn’t eat any of these things right away, though, and just scarfed on some cottage cheese (hey, it sounded good!). It hit the spot, and I sucked down a couple of Capri Suns. They are my latest fixation – kind of hoping it’s rid my system of the Baja Blast, like how they put you on a lesser version of painkillers when in treatment for stuff like vicodin addictions (if my knowledge of House quotes is firing correctly). If only my mozzarella stick jones would abate.

Lunch and dinner on Monday both consisted of the Hamburger Helper I’d previously put together. It was actually very tasty. No doctoring, nothing. I just ate that stuff the way God intended. It was awesome. I might have to pick that one up again soon. Ta-ta, mozzarella sticks! I’ve got me the HH! Had some chips and salsa scattered throughout the day, but HH was the main thing I ate.

Tuesday consisted of more HH for lunch, then rollups for dinner. I was shocked and saddened to discover that I had not a trace of jelly or jam in the house for a peanut butter rollup. They were sort of like comfort food, because I woke with a sore throat and Michael Flatley Lord-of-the-Dancing away in my skull. Peanut butter and jelly tortilla roll-ups sounded perfect. Sans jelly, I decided to go with honey. I only had the smaller tortillas, so I made two. They were still pretty good. Had a couple of snacks mixed in there throughout, not to mention about a gallon of Capri Sun Pacific Cooler (the best flavor, BTW).

I polished off the last of the taco casserole for lunch today, then had a Lean Cuisine (cannellonis!) before I went shopping. I picked up some really awesome items that I can actually cook, because I’ve been having some fun with that. Potentially look out for Mexican beef heroes, chicken tarragon and maybe a casserole or two. Foodies beware, I’m coming for you! *scary glare face*

I Did A Bad, Bad Thing….

I’ve been entirely disgusting with regard to food over the past few days. Well, maybe not entirely, but at the very least, I’ve been mostly gross.

Thursday started off promising, what with meeting a friend at a cafe that serves local and organic stuff. I got a Caesar salad with the most AMAZING homemade dressing. I almost licked the plate, but thought that would be a little low-class. If my friend were distracted and the waitress couldn’t see me from the bar, I totally would have, though. I got soup with my meal, too, and it was also awesome. White bean and bacon. Oh, bacon. My weakness. It’s just so damn TASTY. I’ve seen many a vegetarian give in for a delectable slice now and again.

I worked off the lunchtime calories (not really, but I can dream) by playing Wii with my friends all afternoon. Literally all afternoon. I got them completely addicted to the swordfighting and archery games (MWA-HA-HA! I keep spreading the madness!) and they made me want a Wii Fit even more than I already did. Luckily, my parents should be handing over that Holy Grail for my birthday (which is in late February).

Of course, Thursdays mean trivia, but since I’d eaten such a late lunch, I only got mozzarella sticks and a couple of vodka Red Bulls. I got hungry after staying up to read for a while and watch a movie after trivia, so I made a Lean Cuisine lasagna (doctored with rosemary) and was satisfied.

Friday was worse gastronomically, as my hardcore desire for mozzarella sticks was not abated with yesterday’s weekly allotment. Also, I had almost no food in my apartment, which necessitated a run to the store. I didn’t feel like being out for cornmillion years, so I did a week and a half’s worth of shopping just at Target. I picked up some smart snacks, and a bunch of Lean Cuisine because it’s easy and portioned correctly. I’ll make up some kind of menu for next week, so I can actually cook something, but I just wanted to get in and out of there. I was bad and picked up some frozen mozzarella sticks for a snackie before dinner.

I tested myself by walking through the wine aisle, but I wasn’t even tempted. Wine sounded like just about the nastiest thing ever, and I think it will be a very long time before I’ll be drinking it again. Unless I tour the wineries in the near future. Because that wine is good, and I won’t take any home with me. I did, however, pick up some beer to take over to a friend’s house. Made it home, left the beer in the car, and cooked up my mozzarella sticks to scarf down during the World’s very last episode of Dollhouse. (*sigh* I hate you, Fox. R.I.P. to a freakin’ fantastic show!)

I was hungry by the time the show ended, so I popped in a Marie Callender’s beef stroganoff meal thingy with the strainer on the top. It was pretty tasty, so I think it was loaded with fat. Afterward, I went to my friend’s place to watch people play poker (I’m not so good, so I didn’t want to waste my money, and I was late anyway because of the Dollhouse finale), talked one of the dudes who’d already lost all his chips into playing cribbage, and had a few beers. When the poker game ended, we fired up the Wii and were lost in that for a good long while.

Today was all about seeing Avatar in IMAX 3-D. A truly SINGULAR experience! If any of my friends haven’t seen it by the time my birthday rolls around, I’m going to make them take me again. IT WAS THAT AWESOME! Stupidly, I didn’t eat before going. Well, not an actual meal. I had a 100 calorie pack of baked Cheetos in the hopes of fighting off the hunger for the duration of the film, but no dice. I was hungry by the time we got to the theater. The best-laid plans…

My friend hadn’t eaten anything either, so we resigned ourselves to getting movie theater hot dogs. Only, horror of horrors, the concession stand did not have hot dogs! FOR SHAME! I hate popcorn (working the free popcorn and soda Fridays at the on-campus movie theater for two years in college will do that), and the only other food options (aside from candy) were nachos or pretzels. Ugh. I had to have SOMETHING, so my friend and I each got a pretzel with nacho cheese. While this isn’t a direct quote, my foodie friend said that the nacho cheese tasted like kindergarten glue. She wasn’t exaggerating.

For my first “actual meal” of the day, I had another of those Lean Cuisine lasagnas. Of COURSE, I added oregano, cayenne, parmesan and ROSEMARY. They’re fairly passable – tasty, even – once doctored. Dinner was butternut squash soup (I loves me some butternut squash…in every form it can be eaten…) that I doctored a tad with cayenne, cumin and a ton of nutmeg. It was delish!

I guess I haven’t been as bad as I originally assumed. At least one meal a day for the past few days has been acceptable. Good news, though! I’ve managed to steer clear of the deadly Taco Bell and their tantalizing Baja Blast! If only I could cure my recent addiction to mozzarella sticks….

Cracked Like An Egg…

I cracked. I couldn’t help it! It was all those tacos I had left over, then subsequently ate over the last few days. Suddenly, I didn’t have them anymore, but still wanted tacos and Tuesday is the day I rent new movies at Blockbuster.

I stopped at Taco Bell. There, I admit it. However, in a feat that impressed even me, I kept it to a crunchy taco and an enchirito. Normally, I give in and order the whole volcano menu and the whole value menu. The other unfortunate part about stopping at Taco Bell is that I can’t help but order a large drink. A large Mountain Dew Baja Blast to be specific. TB has the patent on the Baja Blast, and you can’t get it anywhere else. I have suspicions that it may contain some sort of addictive substance. Because other bubbly beverages just aren’t as refreshing until the high of the Baja has worn off. That usually takes about a day or so.

I had a Lean Cuisine for dinner, because I was in the middle of a really good section of a book I like, and didn’t want to deal with sauces and concentrating on getting food into my mouth while reading. I had a couple of popsicles spaced out over a couple of hours after that before calling it a night.

Lunch today was the leftover mushroom similar-to-but-not-quite ravioli stuff with some intense pesto sauce. Seriously, I felt like I was surrounded by a garlic and basil cloud for hours after I gobbled that down. Dinner was a lot more dicey, because I was at a sneak peak screening for a movie coming out on Friday, and I was very early in order to obtain a seat. Once I claimed said seat, I was STARVING. Starving with jazz hands and a high-kick line. THAT kind of starving. So, for the second time this week, I gave in to the Dark Side. I got a movie theater hot dog. And let me tell you, it was spectacular.

Now, all I have left to do is overcome the Baja withdrawal pangs before I give in to the urge to drive out to TB for the express purpose of getting a giant soda. Luckily, I’m still very full, so food won’t be an issue.

Mmmmm, Baja……must……..resist……….

All In Time, Young Padawan…

I did end up finishing that last serving of manicotti after gorging myself on leftover Jack in the Crack on Saturday morning. Had a salad to accompany it. Much the same as they have been for a while now – two kinds of sweet lettuce, mushrooms, onion, olives, carrot and celery with balsamic. The day was mainly spent reading, so I didn’t really need anymore to keep me going throughout. I did have a fruit popsicle – swirled lemon and strawberry. *nom nom nom*

Yesterday, my sleep schedule was weird, and I ended up waking up just in time to get ready so I could go see Daybreakers (pretty darn good flick – not blow-your-mind, but entertaining for sure!), and missed eating before I went. When I got home, I made spring vegetable soup with vermicelli noodles (it’s a pre-made thing you can pick up at Target). More reading today. Job searching. Not exactly strenuous. TACOS! for dinner. And one small enchilada (it sounded SO good…and was SO good!).

I couldn’t sleep for a while last night, so in a move that I’m sure my neighbors completely adored, I decided to cook. I finally made that sour cream chicken. I didn’t eat any of it, but made small portions over brown rice that will be super easy to just heat and eat whenever I wish. I also made mushroom (something that isn’t ravioli, but is similar) pasta whatevers with pesto and split them into portions, too. I was able to fall swiftly asleep after that, with some pretty good smells wafting around the apartment.

Instead of eating the food I’d carefully prepared last night, I had Lean Cuisine lasagna for lunch, then leftover tacos (and I fixed up another small enchilada) for dinner. Pretty routine day. If routine equals job hunting, reading, Wii and blogging. Could have been worse. I kind of wish I had something to cook tonight because last night was pretty fun…. Will have to hit the store tomorrow to see what sort of culinary adventure I can embark on later this week as a Padawan chef!

Whoa, Fattie!

I somehow managed to avoid eating the entire package of breadsticks on Wednesday night. But, that’s not to say that I’ve been AT ALL healthy over the last few days. Because I totally haven’t. That’s why you’re here, though, so get ready for this!

Thursday was fairly typical. Except that I was busy working on some stuff during the day and forgot to eat. This would have been alright, if only I didn’t go to trivia on Thursdays. Jillian’s menu leaves a lot to be desired in the health department, which is to say that it is lovely and greasy. Just how I like it when it’s my only meal of the day!

I had a couple of Red Bull and vodkas throughout the course of the night (read: two drinks in three hours), then switched to Mountain Dew. I might as well have been on uppers. Thankfully, I had a LOT to eat to combat the liquid adrenaline. Starting with mozzarella sticks. I’ve already waxed poetic about these brilliant breaded delicacies, so I won’t bore you, but if you’re in the mood for them, there is almost nothing better! I wolfed them down with unabashed enthusiasm, then ordered the dipper nachos. The cheese comes mixed with the beef in a bowl of its own, another bowl dedicated to sour cream, guac, olives and salsa. It is greasy, completely unhealthy and totally awesome.

Friday morning, I had the strangest craving for a salad, and I completely gave in. Yup, breakfast on a Friday – two kinds of lettuce, onion, mushroom, olive, carrot, celery and ham topped with balsamic. The weirdest part? It was PERFECT. I practically inhaled that sucker! Lunch was a steak and mushroom Lean Cuisine panini. I wanted something a little smaller because I still had a TON of manicotti, and knew that would be my dinner.

I stealthily invited one of my friends over for dinner and Wii, and served Wednesday’s leftover manicotti (you know…the one with ROSEMARY). It was accompanied by a salad that was strikingly similar to my breakfast, but my friend loved everything I served, so that meant a lot. Because said friend is a foodie. Not just any foodie, but one who actually WRITES about food. Like, for fun. Not quite like me where I just document every stray morsel that finds its way into my mouth, but an actual blog that talks about recipes and has pictures and is very food-involved (as opposed to self-involved). SO, when I say that they thought the dinner was bomb, it really means something.

There was massive Wii playing after this. I’m completely addicted to the swordfighting game, and I got my friend addicted to it as well. I videoed them playing it, because anyone who does looks like a total nerd, and we expended many manicotti calories laughing at the result. After the exhaustive Wii Sports Resort training, it was 2am and we were STARVING. Think Cookie Monster starving. It was a bit terrifying. What else could we do but give in to our base urge to scarf large quantities of Jack in the Crack?

After curly fries, mini buffalo ranch chicken sandwiches, tacos and chocolate cake, we worked off some more calories with the Wii then fell into grease comas. Another exciting Friday night! Jealous?!

We awoke to leftovers this morning. I gave in to the eggrolls and single taco. My friend left before they could be tempted by the dark side. However, I made them take some manicotti. So now I only have one serving left! Triumph.

Oversaucin’ Since 1984

Yesterday was a plain Jane kind of day. I wasn’t feeling 100% in the uterine area, so I just hunkered down with some movies that were due back on the 18th and finished a book. This laziness extended into my lunch – a cheese rollup. And you thought they were only for 3-year-olds who refuse to eat anything else!

Four cheese Mexican blend on a large flour tortilla with a little parmesan to up the lard quotient. I dipped it in WASABI sauce, instead of slathering the stuff under the cheese. I suspect it was the gross overuse of the sauces (wasabi and wine) that made me sick to my  stomach for a couple of days a few weeks ago, so I’m starting slow with the wasabi.

Just before I watched The Host (overrated!) at dinnertime, I boiled up the remaining chicken and four cheese ravioli I had in the fridge. I again used the slap chop thingy on a mushroom, some green olives with pimento and some black olives to mix into pasta sauce I’d already doctored with oregano, cayenne, tobasco and ROSEMARY.

Apologies again to Mr. Batali because I sauced that ravioli like it had never been sauced before! Some grated parmesan on top and it was awesome. Word to the wise: keep an eye on Buitoni ravioli because the chicken one tends to come apart in the boiling water. Let’s just say that the white four cheese blend along with white chicken in boiling water is an unpleasant reminder of a bodily fluid. Subject closed.

After coming to the aid of a friend late last night, I couldn’t fall asleep. My body, when deprived of sleep thinks that I should be refueling somehow, so consequently, I get RAVENOUS. A quick bit of peanut butter on some crackers assuaged that gnawing feeling, and I drifted off. Consequently, I slept a goodly portion of today away. Thank goodness I still had one of the salads left, so I inhaled that upon waking and went about my errands. Salad had two kinds of sweet lettuce, carrots, celery, onion, mushroom, black olive, baby yellow potato and grated parm with balsamic to dress.

Part of today’s foray into the land of the living was to gather the fixins for my Mom’s manicotti. Two of my former roommates were coming to visit me in the new place, and I wanted to cook something for them. One brought salad, the other drinks, and I was responsible for the main event. I picked up a couple of different sauces and all the cheeses for the stuffing but hit a wall (not literally) when I tried to find jumbo shells or tubes. Nada. On the way back to my place, there is another grocery, so I prayed to various deities before dashing inside. Thankfully, they had BOTH tubes and shells, so I got to choose (went with shells – easier to stuff).

At the first store, I had also picked up parmesan grissini breadsticks (yes, I just had to go read the label) for a crunchy, complimentary side to my awe-inspiring manicotti. Oh, also at the first store, I broke down an bought a single Yoo-Hoo. It’s my kryptonite.

I didn’t have any problems putting everything together, except that one of the pans I wanted to use was dirty, so I had to use two smaller ones instead. Luckily, I’d gotten all that extra sauce, because I USED IT ALL. Today’s title makes sense, no?

Everything turned out beautifully, and I only made one teensy adjustment to the recipe – added rosemary to the filling. My former roomies agreed that was an excellent addition.

I’ve got tons of leftovers, but I don’t think the grissini will see the light of day.

Because they will be in my belly….

I just can’t stop….

Through The Trees

Not just a song by the fictional band Low Shoulder anymore! I’ve co-opted the title for the post because I was actually outside in “nature” today. More on that later.

Yesterday, after the hotdog, there was a lot of Wii playing. And I mean A LOT. I’m actually a little sore today. Which is a good thing, I suppose. The excessive Wii playing brought on the need for more food. We didn’t feel like cooking, so we hit up Panera for sandwiches. I got half a chicken salad sandwich and a cup of the black bean soup (which I order every time I go – the sandwich may vary, the soup never does). It was fantastic! It’s been too long, dear friend Panera!

I got a drink with a friend and saw a movie after that, and because I’ve been staying up late, I’m sad to say that I had to make a third meal an hour after I got home. Microwave french bread pizza that I heavily doctored with garlic, oregano, cayenne, ROSEMARY, olives and mushrooms. After cooking, topped with grated parmesan. It was unhealthily satisfying!

Today, ugh. Complaints of a female nature. I fully blame SS for this condition. You and your damn estrogen. Although, you did cook me two meals today, so that along with the satisfaction that you are also suffering (loves you!) makes me feel extremely vindictive *evil smile* as well as a little better.

As I said, all I had to do today was show up and I got free food! The half sandwich I had at Panera yesterday was so tasty that it inspired SS to make a version of it. Instead of bread, we piled the chicken salad into “lettuce cups” (read: pieces of iceburg lettuce), and paired it with chips and salsa. It was pretty brilliant once we added some more mustard. I really do love plain yellow mustard. You’ve all heard me go off on Jimmy John’s for not actually having it as a condiment (come on…), but I don’t know if I’ve ever explained just how much I LOVE mustard. As much as rosemary. I used to literally make mustard sandwiches as a kid. And they were SPECTACULAR! I digress.

After a lovely walk around Green Lake (wasn’t it a gorgeous day out?!), SS got down to making dessert while I sketched some stuff. Due to our delicate conditions, brownies (with milk! Milk’s healthy…) were the first order of the evening. Once those were wolfed down, SS started on a more sensible dinner. Greek chicken with tzatziki, asparagus with balsamic, mashed sweet potatoes – w00t! That’s all I can even say about it. w00t. For serious.

If I had some moneys, I’d totally hire SS as my personal chef so we could make inappropriate jokes and eat amazing stuff all day every day. Oh, and I’d hire the both of us a personal trainer. For the brownies. Oh, the brownies.

B-I-N-G-O!!

The last few days have met with fattie triumphs and fattie missteps…but on the whole, they were pretty damn fun, so to hell with rabbit food!

Friday was remarkable because I actually got up in time for breakfast. Not brunch, not lunch – BREAKFAST. And I actually made myself something. I scrambled some eggs the correct way by adding milk and whisking like I knew what I was doing. I also added some mushrooms and onions and rosemary. When they were hot out of the pan, I added tobasco. It was so amazing, I can’t even begin to describe it. Lunch was a sensible salad, and dinner was some more of that awesome ravioli. I made two different kinds (but the mixture added up to one portion), one was spicy sausage and the other was four cheese and chicken.

I did not manage to wake up as early on Saturday, and just had a salad for lunch. I took a nice long bath, because I was talking to a friend who had just gotten out of the tub, and it sounded like heaven. I got ready for the night of fun slowly, and was ready exactly on time, all garbed out in my military gear for BOOT CAMP BINGO. Gay bingo. Needless to say, it was amazing! However, the ATMs were out of cash for much of the night, so we were borrowing and putting off eating to get drinks.

SS and I were STARVING when the event ended at 10pm, so we made the genius decision to get Jack in the Crack. The food tasted brilliant, but we were so full we immediately regretted ordering enough food to feed hungry children for a week.

An hour after waking today, I was finally hungry again. SS had a leftover breakfast jack from last night that she’d saved, so she dove into that while I made the last hotdog in my fridge, and the last hotdog I’ll be having for quite some time. Enough with the hotdogs. If any of my friends that worked orientation read this, and know it’s me, they’ll probably be appalled. For that is how I was once known. The Hotdog Lover.

I Like To Pretend They Can See Me Eating…

That’s what House says while chowing down on ice cream watching an episode of The Biggest Loser. Sometimes I do that with Food Network. Only I pretend I’m eating what they’re making instead of what I’m actually eating. I still pretend the chefs can see what I’m eating, though. Usually I imagine a look of horror on their faces. Except Paula Dean, that is, because she’d probably just say that I need to add more butter to whatever it is that I’m eating.

I did well through lunch – eating one of the many salads I made yesterday. I really wanted to put balsamic on it, but I haven’t gotten a new one since I moved, and when I opened my old one, it just didn’t seem right. So, I went with the oil and vinegar again.

I was starving when I got to trivia tonight, and that is never a good thing. I guess it was the workout I got vacuuming that worked up the appetite for dinner. Worse still, I was craving mozzarella sticks. I gave in to that craving the second I was able to order. I was also hankering for something bubbly, so I got a Dr. Pepper, too. Everyone was ordering an interesting-sounding beer,  and it was really good (I had to order it, too). I can’t remember what it was called, but I can find out if anyone is overly-intrigued. I got really hungry again about halfway through trivia, so I got some nachos as well. *sigh* Reading this is making me want to jump on the elliptical tomorrow…

I attended to a few small chores then sat down to tackle MarioKart. After playing some Wii, I was hungry AGAIN. I actually felt like cooking something (I’m sure my neighbors were thrilled!), so I fried up some pancetta. Scold me if you will, foodies, but I didn’t remember why I got the pancetta in the first place, and forgot that it’s really not my favorite. I think I found a recipe for my Mom and it sounded good, but I didn’t have any of the other ingredients. However, if you fry up pancetta, it’s like a saltier version of bacon. Yum, yum. And that will make for a good night.