It’s been a hot minute since I did a What I Ate Wednesday post.
And by hot minute I mean seventy-six days, four hours, thirty two minutes and eight seconds, but who’s counting, aside from my little neurotic self. What can I say? I miss working with numbers and have to squeeze in my anal tendencies somewhere.
I said squeeze and anal in the same sentence. Heh, heh.
I’ll be honest with you, I’m not much of a backdoor chick. I got no problem with getting kinky, but I consider the around the corner business an exit only. Perhaps I’m missing out and maybe one day the Hubby will entice me to take a walk on the wild side. For now though, I’ll take some straight up monkey loving, preferably without a side of sleeping cat. It’s total awkward when Oscar’s there.
What does any of this have to do with my daily eats? Not a damn thing, I just like to let my fingers do the talking and today it appears they want to get sassy, without being a butt plug that is.
Without further ado, here’s my Monday edibles.
Breakfast: a not pictured glass of warm lemon water, followed by oatmeal and two cups of coffee. I make my oats with a mixture of water and almond milk, a sprinkle of cinnamon, half a mashed banana, and some flax powder. I top it with the rest of the banana and whatever fruit I’ve got handy. The child and I share this breakfast daily.
A couple hours later and it was snack time: a Liberte’ Lemon yogurt and a granola bar. I adore these yogurts, mainly because they’re made with milk and cream. Be still my dairy loving heart.
Lunch was a random mishmash of stuff, including half an avocado, an Everything bagel with loads of butter, fruit and cheese.
It was at this point in the day, I stopped photographing my eats. Lucky for you though, I have plenty of old pictures which match the rest of my eats. Apparently I am a creature of habit, which you might have guessed given my sexual tendencies.
My afternoon delight was a large mug of coffee with a side of apple slices dunked in honey roasted peanut butter.
Dinner was delicious, and it was a pile of buttery potato pierogies with half a plate of steamed broccoli.
There you have it, a full day of food with an inappropriate introduction. Nailed it.
What’s you take on the back door business? I say different strokes (literally) for different folks.