2006
shopping mall disaster #1
maura @ 9:51 pm
It’s Day 14 of NaBloPoMo here, and I have to admit that I’m dragging.
So, even though nobody cares what I had for lunch, that’s just what you’re getting today. I have a paper to write and I just lost the past 20 minutes watching 9 great old punk videos, thanks to Jonathan, my resident You Tuber.
(EDITED TO ADD: Lest you think it is as late as the time stamp says it is, actually it’s an hour earlier, and I just realized I need to change the damn time for Daylight Savings on the Word Press settings, duh.)
(ALSO EDITED TO ADD: Jonathan says, with no small annoyance, that he is not a You Tuber but a Boing Boinger. So there you go.)
Tuesdays I help out with lunch and recess at Gus’ school and by the time I get home around 12:30 I am starving and usually have a headache, because 80 kindergarteners are LOUD. So I’m generally looking to stuff whatever I can down my gullet as quickly as possible. Today I ate:
– some leftover broccoli from dinner last night, cold, with a big dollop of garlic hummus spooned over it and mixed all up
While eating that standing up at the counter, I made myself:
– a salad of mixed greens (the container has a sticker that reads “no spinach!” in both English and French!), cubed roasted beets (cold), some stinky blue cheese the fancy name of which I’ve forgotten, olive oil, salt, pepper
Actually Jonathan added the last three items and mixed it all up, because I am just NO GOOD in the kitchen, no good at all.
That was tasty, but come 2:00 or so I was hungry again, so I had:
– 2 sets of mini-waffles (homestyle) with raspberry jam, sandwich-style
This last item nearly made my teeth fall out from its desserty sweetness, and I recoiled in horror when I realized that this same sugary taste treat is what we give Gus for breakfast most mornings. No wonder he can’t sit still.
3 comments on “shopping mall disaster #1”
your lunch sounds gourmet! am eating microwaved popcorn & water. maybe later I’ll get it together to make a sandwich. am convinced that it was evil broccoli I ate the night before that sent the baby into horrible paroxysm of screaming last night (gas). curses on broccoli. curses.
Jonathan is a smartycheesepants! (Mmmmm, cheesy pants.)
Ugh, sorry about the gas, Betsy. I could never tell if what I ate was making Gus miserable, he was so fussy w/breastfeeding regardless. But I have a friend who swears that when she ate onions it gave her son horrible gas.
It seems like all I ate until Gus was about 6 mos. old was cold cereal and milk. Thank god for cereal.
The stinky bleu cheese is called “Valdeon” and is, apparently, a goat+sheep combo, from dear old Spain.