I must have been a weird child, because my favorite veggies were beets and brussels sprouts. And Cabbage.
Natter 66: Get Your Kicks.
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There are very few vegetables I don't like. There are some I don't love, or don't like to prepare, but if I had a personal chef I would eat way more.
Are the Emmy's tonight?
"Daddy Lion Meets Mommy Monkey. What does their baby look like?"
You of all people should know the answer to that one, JZ. It was in your house for a good long while, after all.
Beets and cabbage for the win, but brussel sprouts, no.
This is exactly how I feel about onions.Raw onions are so totally a no go for me, it's crazy. I can (and often do) use them in cooking, but raw prompts the full body rejection thing. I can't imagine why, given how much everybody else seems to like them.
I'm told I should not eat nightshades, but the Irish in me can't give up the holy potato.
Tonight, I made another round of frozen banana 'ice cream.' 1/2 cup Greek yogurt, 2 frozen bananas, half a scoop of Designer Whey (my all time favorite of its ilk) a splash of soy milk and some frozen by me strawberries. Dayum. That is some amazingly satisfying stuff. Thank you Mr. Food Processor!
mac is asleep. School starts tomorrow. Now I do the dance of joy!
May it go smoothly for a long time!
Ha! My roommate ordered food for dinner, and the delivery guy commented that whatever I'd been cooking smelled GREAT.
Nom, that sounds delish. I love eggplant. And capers. And anchovies for that matter, but all this should surprise no one because I am the subtaster I am.
Lovely swim tonight under a gibbous moon. (Why is there no love in literature for the gibbous moon?) I did 50 stroke laps, ten of them, backstroke but one lap pof spluttery near the shoreline crawl. I have thigh fatigue now.
Much ~ma for your mom, Frank- I hope the surgery goes well for her. I have high hopes- she's a tough Mainer after all!
~ma to your mother, Frank. (That sounds rather "street", doesn't it?)