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?)
When you and your sister were growing up did you talk about how you would donate sperm to her lesbian partner so they could have kids?
Strangely enough, no, we never talked about that.
ION, I got my bike back yesterday - and the guy just charged me about $25 for parts (he did the labor for free).
Today I was riding it quite fast, which was fun (even though it's not designed to go fast, as you sit upright while riding it).
Do NOT tell me Obama tripled the deficit. I will CBO and factcheck.org your ass before you can say FOX News.
I hope all goes well for your mother, Frank.
So after being released from the hospital today, my dad went home and mowed the lawn.
Oy, so tired. Sleepover, followed by what turned into a day long play date. And then at dinner? Franny reminded me she wanted to bring cookies to her camp tomorrow, so I had to bake cookies. We made snicker doodles, and they turned out really well! It can be a finicky recipe, so I was worried, but I successfully trouble shooted it.
Semester starts tomorrow. I think I'm ready, ready enough at least.
