I carry my lunch to work. It is one of my pleasures and leisures to eat my lunch minus having to wipe somebody else's mouth or cut up somebody's something. I am enjoying the fruit of looking at my own food minus talk about worms and regurgitations.LOL
Usually, my womanly helper surprises me, with some special treat of delectibles from our fridge. This surprise always has some vested interest in it to evoke conversation from me, later.(and it is always organic meaning something that we have made ourselves, not canned or boxed or...well you know {Mary Janes Farmish}) ie. a sandwich, with just a hint of rosemary in it(not good). Elyse has a wonderful way of helping and settling the score with me, if necessary. We get a kick out of this funny interaction between us. She is working early, this week and has no time to help me feed myself, so I have bought those really good ready-made soups. They really are good, in spite of the fact that we are organic. Elyse and I and would prefer to carry the pot of soup, with the bones; than to buy Mr. Campbell's. I know what I like and I bought 3 of them and enjoyed them very much, in spite of the loss of reason for conversation, now between me and my women in the house.
I woke up on Wednesday and there were none left. I said honey, would you get me one of those good soups that I've been buying. He was going to the store and came home with 2 of my favorites. New England Clam Chowder and Chicken Noodle, mmmmmmmm good, right? No, one was 98% fat free. Guess which? It wasn't the chicken noodle.
Uggggggh! How bad could it be? Ugggggggh! I will carry it anyway.
The children know how I get about those kinds of things, they were there the day a little cilantro accidentally got sprinkled into my sandwich. You want to see the roof lift off my house when I get home. Ugggggggh! There hands were on their ears. It will be okay! I start quoting Gary Null and speaking in unknown explitives, You know the "schpeal".
I held it in and the children were all looking at me funny. They knew an explosion was coming. That's okay. I will try it. Maybe it will be good for my "diet". Thank you honey for thinking about my figure. The children were looking at eachother, like when is she going to start screaming.
I took it to work and heated it up. How bad could this thing be? UGGGGGGGGGH!
I could have taken tofu and water and come up with a tastier combination of fat free edibles. I do have soy flour in the cabinet and I could have just carried it in a bag and sprinkled it on some water for protein. The taste of fat free crabs will forever be engrained in my mouth. Fat free cream with fat free crabs and fat free potatoes and an unhappy mommy, me!
I have been pouring sugar down my throat in all sorts of ways to try to lose the flavor. LOL. Any excuse to go off your diet, right?
3 comments:
Oooo so sorry to hear that one Yuck!
It is something I am thinking you probably know about which is that Slow cooking movement. There is something really healing & healthy to making homemade food and carrying it to work. So glad that Elyse is such help God has blessed you so. You guys are all organic I did not know that?
Our ambition is to be organic and feed the family with food cooked from real stuff. Our problem is the time and the trouble,as everybody. We do not buy organic veggies or anything. Organic in that we try to make stuff from scratch. We are naturalists, more than organic. There is always something to make a generation gap. In our family it is the issue of organic living versus the "canned" or "boxed". Ecofriendly living and ecofriendly eating. Who knew?:)
Our ambition is to be organic and feed the family with food cooked from real stuff. Our problem is the time and the trouble,as everybody. We do not buy organic veggies or anything. Organic in that we try to make stuff from scratch. We are naturalists, more than organic. There is always something to make a generation gap. In our family it is the issue of organic living versus the "canned" or "boxed". Ecofriendly living and ecofriendly eating. Who knew?:)
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