I like to reread my old posts.
I go back and peruse some random day, and then before I know it, I’m laughing out loud or giggling like a silly school girl. I’m always cracking myself up because I’m that person who laughs at their own jokes, although in my case, it’s because I’m actually funny… well, except lately. I can’t seem to find the laughs in my most recent posts.
My funny has departed. He’s pulled an Elvis and left the building. He’s gone rogue. He’s MIA, and I’m not sure why. He probably left to join the circus or ran away and got married just like all my kitty cats growing up….right mom and dad? Scamper found true love and never came back home?
I don’t know where my funny went, but he’s gone. If you find him, could you send him my way. If he’s ornery or acts up, which sometimes happens because really there’s no accounting for funny, just pat him on his pretty little head or sing him a song, preferably in an off-key Edith Bunker type wail. He responds well to poor musicality, even more so when you make up the majority of the song lyrics. Thanks; I’d whole heartedly appreciate it.
Funny or not, the show must go on. In part because I made such a stink about sharing a full day of food at our WIAW parties, and the other reason…well there is no other reason. I incorrectly used that first phrase and I’m standing by it.
Since I made my grand statement a few weeks ago, I feel a certain pressure to stick with it, which I’m more than happy to do because I truly have no qualms sharing a full day of food. I just wish I could do it with my funny in tow. Everything’s better when my funny follows. That being said, let’s get to the food.
I’m bringing my Monday meals to the table today because they are very different from my weekend snack fests or eatathons (it’s a word, says me). My weekday nourishment is more routine and almost all ready ahead of time, which translates to they’re easy, and who doesn’t like easy? Aside from those who hold their moral compass a little too close to their chastity belt. I’m a happily married woman, so I’m allowed to be easy without the negative connotation. Bring on the easy and the eats.
I started my morning with a Banana Pineapple Smoothie. I’ve been ingesting some kind of beverage almost every day for the past two weeks, which means I’m back on the smoothie train, just in time for the weather to plummet. Hey, you crave what you crave.
A few hours into my day, I had a bowl of my own Cranberry Orange Granola and plain Greek yogurt topped with fresh raspberries.
Lunch time was brought to you by my local grocery store: Nature’s Bin. Their prepared foods are super simple and delicious, and with ingredients you can pronounce, they make my heart happy, literally. This chickpea salad weighed in just shy of a full on pound and was bursting with flavor. I scarfed it all down.
Before heading home for the evening, I snacked on a handful or two or three of nuts and a cup of coffee. That’s the Hubby’s labeling job right there, and now you understand why we get on so well. You should see what he writes for the hard-boiled eggs.
I also drank boat loads of water throughout the day because that’s how I roll. I mentioned drinking my water out of buckets before and this is why. That bad boy in the back qualifies as a bucket.
I didn’t take any pictures of dinner because the Cleveland light has said sayonara by the time I eat, and I couldn’t bring myself to share a horrifically lit meal, mainly because it wouldn’t do the food justice. Not to be outdone by no lighting, I’m sharing old photos of the same meal. It counts.
I ate two of my own Parmesan Rosemary Drop Biscuits with butter and a heaping Tupperware full of my own Creamy Potato and Chive Soup: roughly double the size of the bowl below.
Since I actually made this soup over the weekend, and I store bags of the uncooked Drop Biscuits in the freezer, this meal was super easy to prepare, and on a Monday night, it doesn’t get much better than that. Although I wish it could get funnier. Sigh.
Have you seen my funny? Would you return him if you did? What if I promise to throw in a batch of homemade granola? What do your weekday eats look like? How do they differ from your weekend meals?