It’s been a while since I’ve participated in a legit What I Ate Wednesday, and by legit I mean the kind where I follow the actual rules. So I figured it was high time for me to get my act together and bring my A game. Confession: my A game got lost somewhere on route 66, along with my kicks, but I did manage to photograph all my meals on Saturday, so there’s that.
I’ve got another confession to reveal. Two in one day; it must be a record or maybe I’m just your classic over sharing blogger. Then again, aren’t all bloggers the over sharing type…at least a little bit and in some more advanced cases (cough, cough) an awful lot.
Weekend eating is tough for me.
Let me explain (as if you had a choice; you poor things). Since the Hubby and I had a change in our financial status (I’m pretty sure I can claim him as a dependent now), we are keeping spending to a minimum, which means very little eating out unless a gift card is involved or I’m near desperation. Quick Chipotle runs, after a particular long day, are things of the past. I will rendezvous with them again in the future though and when that day comes, it will be a thing of glory; roughly the size of a burrito.
Eating during the workweek is different. It’s easy-peasy pudding and pie because I’ve premade or prepped the majority of my meals, but by the time the weekend rolls around, that food is long gone and guess what? I still need to eat, at least three square meals a day and sometimes even snacks, which means I’ve got to make it all, usually on the fly and mostly from scratch since I have a generally hatred towards processed food, especially the kind where I can’t pronounce the ingredients. I wish I were exaggerating; I’m not.
So if I want to eat something, and believe me I pretty much always do, then I’ve got to get my keister in the kitchen and make it. I know, it’s like rocket science here today, but there’s a reason for it. Isn’t there always when it comes to me? Especially ones of the long-winded sort.
You’re going to see my weekend meals don’t always resemble meals. Half the time, they’re more like simple ways to get food in my face fast, and I’m ok with it. Not only that, I like giving you guys the real deal so to speak, because as much as I like to think I’m Martha Stewart, minus the criminal record and perfectly coiffed hair, I don’t make big extravagant meals on the weekend. And if I do, it’s usually prepping for the workweek.
Without further ado, because we all know there’s been far too much ado already, I give you my Saturday eats, in the order they were eaten; of course. I’m all about order.
Coffee, two pieces of toasted Granola bread slathered in butter + my lists and a sun patch = Saturday morning bliss.
Not one, but two of these Sunrise Energy Bars from Costco.
A smoothie with one frozen banana, a couple handfuls of strawberries, some blackberries, and a splash of orange juice.
A fried egg and the last of my lovely Parmesan Roasted Red-Skinned Potatoes.
Half of a Pizza: Bed of Caramelized Onions topped with Apple Slices, Cheddar Cheese and Crispy Sage cooked in a Brown Butter Sauce. As usual, I owe my inspiration to Kirsten.
White Wine Squared.
There you have it. A Saturday of food from start to finish, and the only thing missing is the buckets of water I put down in between. Yep, I drink from buckets now because I’m classy like that. I do put a Martha Stewart-esque bow on them though.
Is weekend eating ever hard for you too? Any suggestions?
Update: It turns out the ingredients on my Apple Cheddar Pizza are a little unusual, and while I originally wanted to link up with Laura’s Strange But Good, I didn’t think it qualified. Based on your feedback, it would appear I’m incorrect, which means I happily to get to join Laura’s party. Here’s looking at you kid.