Dear Diet Coke and Crackers --
Why have I forsaken you? You were tasty. You made my brain so happy. You perked me up during the afternoon drag-time. When I needed a nap but had to blog instead, you were my constant companion. Your delicious salty crunch paired with bubbly awesomeness was just what I wanted. What in the name of all that is good and holy made me want to quit you and eat carrots instead? I don't even really LIKE carrots!
Still, I'm no quitter. Which is why we aren't going to talk for awhile. I promised that I wouldn't eat or drink you for 30 days. That means in 23 more days we can be BFF again.
There's a chance that during that time I may find I don't need you anymore. I want you to be prepared for that.
For now, loves, we are on a break. So please stop tempting me with awesome memories of delicious moments. It's not making this whole thing any easier.
With deepest love,
Dear Coconut Milk --
I won't lie to you. I was pretty skeptical that you would be delicious. I thought that I would really, super miss my morning soy latte. But while I am sad that I don't get to drink that (mostly because it's pretty delicious), you aren't so bad. I love the way your full-fat awesomeness pools in the top of my cup of French Press coffee like a little latte foam. And I love drinking full-fat anything without guilt.
Thanks for being you.
Dear Cod We Ate Last Night --
I was pretty sure I was going to hate you. You see, usually fish makes me kinda want to gag. I love shrimp, crab and lobster. I even love scallops.
But I do NOT love fish-fish ... like you, Cod.
It was much easier to eat you than I anticipated. I even made it through three-quarters of a filet! And you didn't even taste all that fishy.
So thanks for that. Because you were what was for dinner ... and if I didn't eat it, I would've been hungry and sad.
All my best.
Dear Commissary --
I have another date with you today and, just like last time, I'm bringing Huck. We've spent a lot of money on food this past week - and managed to eat about 95 percent of what we've purchased. Since our fridge was literally overflowing after our last visit with you, that's a pretty impressive feat.
I'm going to say this in the nicest way I know how:
Please, for the love of God, be nice to me today. Please have well-stocked shelves. Please have non-wilted/spoiling produce and, in particular, lettuce. Please, please, please have good prices on avocados.
And please don't hurt me.
At your mercy,
Kitchen time yesterday evening was around 1.5 hours. Sigh. I made a new batch of egg cups and very simply cooked dinner.
Over the course of the day I also menu-planned. Let me tell you -- menu planning takes a WHOLE lot longer when you have to plan more than a box of cereal for breakfast and three actual meals for both Saturday and Sunday. Really, it kind of sucks.
Since it was the evening before our weekly commissary trip, we were running low on food supplies and dinner was a conglomerate of whatever fruit, veggies and meat we had left. Here's how yesterday ended up looking:
Luke and I: End of the prosciutto egg cups
Boys: Egg scramble with turkey sausage, sweet potato on the side and an orange. [I cannot even describe how much food Dave ate yesterday morning. It was intense. And he ate EVERY last bite that I put on his plate].
Luke: Leftover roast, leftover carrot soup
Me: Last of the roast chicken, last of the salad lettuce, an avocado, vinaigrette dressing, last of the carrot soup. It was all pretty darn good.f
Boys: Yogurt for Dave, leftover egg scramble for Huck
Boys had eggs (yes, again) and acorn squash (link below) and strawberries.
Luke and I:
This cod -- which was pretty darn good.
Last of the strawberries and blueberries.