JUST CALL ME 'THE
8 April 2002
Well, William "Refrigerator" Perry has nothing on me. I was reading Ava's journal yesterday and found out about a
silly test to determine what sort of kitchen implement you are. Not surprisingly, I was a
You can keep your cool, even when faced with a heated situation.
You enjoy being the center of attention, and people come to you for advice or when they
want something. People also like to stick things to the front of your body.
what kitchen utensil are YOU?
OK--maybe once I was a fridge. Now perhaps I'm a large cooler. Maybe I can make it down
to insulated lunch bag.
I'm discovering something very weird is happening to me. It's a nice-weird happening.
Yesterday, for example. I was getting ready to prepare lunch for our bike ride and
realized that what I really wanted was broccoli salad. Me??? Broccoli salad? No sandwich?
So I made a...
Fantastic Broccoli Salad:
l big head of broccoli, broken into flowerets
3 slices of turkey bacon, cooked and crumbled
(you cook turkey bacon for 2 min between 2 slices of paper towel in the microwave)
chopped red onion (however much you like)
2/3 cup light mayonnaise (Best Foods, of course)
2 Tbsp vinegar (I used raspberry vinegar)
2 Tbsp Splenda (the greatest invention known to Humans)
1/2 cup dried cranberries or raisins.
Mix the mayo, vinegar and Splenda together, toss with the broccoli, bacon, onions and
cranberries. Let sit for an hour or so. FABulous...
I ate about 1/3 of this recipe yesterday and could easily have eaten the whole thing
(except I only made 1/3 of the recipe). The actual recipe also calls for sunflower seeds,
but I'm not a big sunflower seed afficionado and didn't have any in the house, so I
I also brought along some crackers (2) and hummus (my latest favorite food) and that
was lunch. It was definitely filling and I wanted more broccoli. Me? More broccoli?
Not more crackers???
Then last night we went to San Francisco to go to the symphony. We got caught in
humongous traffic jams (it seems like there were many accidents all along the highway
between here and there--traffic seemed to be backed up from San Francisco to the Sierras).
Anyway, we were too late to go to a "real" restaurant. We tried a deli, but
they were out of most food, so we ended up at McDonald's. McDonald's is a fast food place
I can eat in without having to have a book with me. I know that a regular cheeseburger and
small fries are high points, but within my point level (especially on a day when my
biggest meal was broccoli).
Now this body didn't get this way on broccoli. No, this body has passed through many a
drive-thru and I have probably single-handedly raised the number of "hambugers
served" (remember when they used to post those on McD's?) by a million myself. So
McDonald's and I are good friends.
To my surprise, I was disappointed when I didn't see salad on the menu. (Too late, I
found that the salads were off to the side). So, I went to my old standby--cheeseburger
and small fries.
The meal sat like a lump of lead in my stomach afterwards. I really, really wanted
something green (more substantial than a pickle).
When we got home, I did not rush off to find a snack while writing up my journal entry.
This morning I had a regular breakfast (scrambled egg, turkey bacon and two pieces of
toast) but it was 1 p.m. before I even thought about lunch and 2 p.m. before I actually
fixed something for myself--and then something utilitarian.
I'm discovering that the excitement and interest of all my new activities have taken my
focus off of food and--dare I even hope it?--I have discovered that at least in the past
two days, I've eaten to live, not lived to eat.
My god. What's happening to me?
Next thing you know I'll be ironing.
Now for something different. I know a lot of
people who read this journal also read SecraTerri's Footnotes and so probably know
that her brand new bike, on which she was going to bike 2002 miles in 2002, was stolen
after only three weeks ownership. Haggie and I decided we want to help her, so we've set
up (Well, actually our Bitter Hag has
set up) a fund on Amazon for people who want to help Terri replace her bike.
If anyone would like to help contribute to the fun, you can check this