Yesterday I fixed up something yummy for lunch...just for me. Sometimes I like to do that. I was home alone doing endless loads of laundry AND folding them (all in the same day) and I just decided I needed something good for lunch. I remembered DW saying that he thought it looked like there were 3 asparagus stalks that needed plucking in the garden so I went and got them. (We have made it thru 2 winters with the asparagus so now we can start harvesting any that are bigger than a pencil, so I'm told by experts on the internet.) What else to make a meal of??? I stood in front of open pantry and fridge and came up with: wagon wheel pasta (that's what I call them), diced tomatoes left from last night's mexican meal, shaved parmesan, butter, freshly pressed garlic. I just put the butter in a little dish, threw in the cut up asparagus and pressed garlic and nuked it till the butter was melted and tossed everything all together.
Today; however, is a different story
I will have to drink some V8 with it. And diet for the rest of the week. Oh, wait, the week is over...WHEW! I am giving up on dieting anyway. Why am I trying to get down to the size I was @ 19? I've spent the last 25 years trying to get back there. I didn't even like myself at 19. I like myself now. And I like cupcakes, and brownies, and cookies, and pasta, steak, and creme brulee. See how I talked myself out of that diet?
I wish I knew how to insert a link to a song right here. Imogen Heap's "Bad Body Double" just popped into my head. Imogen Heap, Bad Body Double Enjoy.