I thought about skipping a full day of food and instead doing a themed What I Wednesday post today. Can you imagine?
After all that talk last week, or really the one way conversation where I rambled on and on and you got to listen. At least,I hope you listened. If not, you better give me your hands, palms down, because I’m about to rap your knuckles with a ruler.
Is that even still allowed?
Setting violence aside…for now anyway, if you bypassed that particular post, you missed out and todays might be a little hard to follow since I’m going for Round Two. I love going for Round Two (and marital bliss because I’m pretty sure the two are intertwined).
Since I huffed and puffed so much last week, I knew I had to share a full day of food, although I had no intentions of giving you a weekend because I’ve been there and done that. I was thinking I’d mix things up and give you all the deets on my week day eats. Then I realized my Saturday’s stone cold munching… ♫ Next days function, high class luncheon, Food they’re serving, you’re stone-cold munchin… ♫ Sorry, I got distracted by the Young MC; happens all the time.
Back to the food, my Saturday eats were downright shameful. Alright, they weren’t exactly shameful. It’s possible I’m exaggerating, albeit only slightly, because there was some good bits in there too. The real reason I decided to share Saturday was because it was a bit of wake up call for me, and like I said last week, WIAW is all about learning.
Let’s begin (ignoring the entire intro, which you do at your own risk and with the full understanding I have a ruler and I’m not shy about using it).
Breakfast was half of an Almond Apricot scone from the Breadsmith. If I wasn’t already a taken woman, I would consider marrying the Breadsmith. I realize it’s odd and who knows if I’ll even be afforded wedded bliss since it defies our social norms, but I don’t care. Also, I don’t have amazing self-control; the Hubby ate the other half. I’m a big believer on equitable marriages between whomever and going for round two.
(This is not my picture, but it does do the scone justice. (source))
My next meal, eaten much later in the day, was a cross between second breakfast and lunch. I call it the Breakfast Pizza. It was a combination of scrambled eggs, sautéed onions, garlic, hot peppers, topped with mozzarella, garlic and herb cheese, diced tomatoes and chopped chives all on a bed of dill pizza dough. I impressed even myself; happens all the time. 😉
I followed up this beautiful pizza with a fistful of garbage, nasty chemicals, and unpronounceable ingredients. This is a recycled picture from last Halloween, but the end result was pretty much the same: jittery regret.
I put down a Mediterranean Platter for dinner. The hummus was so silky smooth, I wanted to lick the bowl clean. Too bad I was sharing with other people. That might have gone beyond the double dipping boundaries. The only thing not pictured was the delicious pitas, which became my vehicles to those bowls of goodness: Hummus, Tabbouleh, and Baba Ganooj.
My main course was a spinach salad topped with strawberries, mandarin oranges, mushrooms, hardboiled eggs, red onions, and a balsamic vinaigrette put on post picture. I ate about three-quarters of the salad.
Had I stopped there, I might have been alright with my day of food, but I couldn’t leave well enough alone. Actually, the Hubby couldn’t leave well enough alone, so I blame him 100% for what came next. He ordered a slice of German chocolate cake to take home. As much as I’d like to tell you it didn’t happen, a fork most certainly made its way into my hand and subsequently that slice of cake….multiple times. I did say I’m a big believer in equitable marital distribution.
What did we learn from this kids?
Well, I learned I’m on a sugar high. It turns out I ate something sweet with every single meal on Saturday which is a lot, even for me. I also put down a ton of other sweets earlier in the week, with a few more thrown in on Sunday. Yep, I’m on a full-fledged sugar bender, and that my friends is not healthy, which is why I’ve had to break up with sugar.
That’s it! It’s over! I’m done with the white devil! We are through!
…..For at least a whole week, or until I can stop craving it like an HLB’er jonesing for their nut butter. To be clear, fruits and my more natural sweeteners (maple syrup and honey) will always have a place in my diet, and I will embrace the white stuff once more; once I can learn how to give it a gentle my boob are touching you hug versus a full on body tackle.
Have you learned anything about your own eats from WIAW? If so, what?