I have trouble eating meals when I’m suppose to. I’m certainly not a meal skipper (heaven forbid), but I’ve never really been into the tradition breakfast, lunch, dinner route. I tend to do my own thing, especially on weekends when I have some free time on my hands and an easily accessible kitchen. That’s exactly what happened this past Saturday, so I’ve decided to share those “meals” with all of you. Bonus points because I’ve got pictures of it all.
Happy What I Ate Wednesday Gang. Don’t forget to head over to Peas and Crayons to see what everybody else is eating these days.
Let’s break it down. Here’s what I threw down my throat on Saturday.
I’m rarely hungry when I first get up in the morning. In fact, the idea of eating straight away makes my stomach clench, and not in a good way. The Hubby on the other hand rolls out of bed and immediately falls into a cup of coffee and something edible. Not me though. I wait, sometimes hours, until I actually start to feel hungry or start getting hangry. I like to catch myself before the hangry phase because it’s better for all parties involved. Hence the smoothie, or food in liquid form, as I like to think of it.
Therefore, this happened around 10:30 or 11 a.m.. In the mix is frozen mango, a banana, orange juice and some strawberries.
It tided me over for about an hour, when I decided to make myself two fried eggs. Now these were consumed during what most people would call lunch time, but I scoff at lunch time. Here’s looking at you kid.
After lunch, second breakfast, mid-day snack or whatever you want to call it, I did some work around the house: vacuuming, paying bills, raking the lawn. When the rain forced me indoors, I figured it was time for another meal. I went with leftover penne pasta in a garlicky alfredo sauce stuffed with artichokes and black olives. This extra-large bowl of deliciousness happened around 3:00 p.m. It certainly wasn’t lunch time, but too soon for dinner, although dinner like proportions (and then some) were consumed.
It was really good, and I ate waaaaay too much, read this entire bowl. Do not be fooled by the pictures, this bowl is eight inches (hee, hee) the entire way around. It was certainly no single serving, and I ate every last drop to the point of being over stuffed. Oops. It happens, and it pretty much filled me up for the rest of the night.
But mama didn’t raise no fools, and I knew I would have to eat something else before calling it quits for the day. After hitting up the grocery store, working on some blogging stuff, I settled down with my final meal (dinner, evening snack, whatever floats your boat) around 8:30 p.m., and it was a dinner of epic proportions. Um, not really, but I did eat an apple (sliced), my last two vegan lemon squares and two handfuls of Annie’s White Cheddar Bunnies.
I’m pretty sure if you were to rearrange my meals, they’d add up to a full days worth of food, just not in the usual order. Then again, when do I ever do anything in the usual order? The answer is never, and I’m cool with that.
On a completely unrelated side note, there was a fella in the Mixed Martial Arts class yesterday, who apparently had taken one of my spinning classes last fall (I’m still not certified, although it’s on the Things To Do list). He told me my spinning class is “still the toughest spinning class he’s taken to date in Cleveland.” Booyah!
What have you been eating? Do you eat at “normal” meal times? What’s the last compliment you got from a random stranger?