Microwave s’more
Got home from work pretty hungry and had what seemed like a perfectly reasonable snack – a toasted slice from the loaf of long rise white I made a few days ago, with a little blue cheese on one end and a little goat cheese on the other, with a few sun-dried tomatoes.
I was going to make mac&cheese for dinner, the kind with cauliflower in it, that was quite good last time I made it, but when I added up my daily calories after the snack I didn’t have enough left for dinner. And on consulting with Mark, he didn’t feel like eating mac&cheese either. So I made salad with the last of the farmers market lettuce from Saturday, homemade bright red French dressing (chili sauce honey, cider vinegar, oil, garlic) and croutons made from some ends of bread I’d been hording, and the last hard boiled egg, and some grated cheddar. Co-op dorm salad, that I thought Toni would like. I hauled out the pan of pizza pockets that had been in the freezer since the Superbowl and baked them and then told Mark & Toni that dinner was served. I washed dishes while they ate, then had a microwave s’more at about 8:00. Still went 100 calories over my diet, tho.
It was a cleaning out the fridge kind of evening: besides hording the crouton bread, I had all these veggie ends I finally made into broth. And I poured out that opened bottle of red wine that’d been sitting on the counter since Passover. And I threw out the last carton of out of date but still edible Dannon vanilla – bad buying choice – even when the yogurts are on sale at 10 cups for $5 or $7 or whatever it was – we can’t eat them all fast enough. I sieved the fiber-y last year’s rhubarb puree I’d gotten out of the freezer and now have a bowl of silky smooth jam – that’s sweetened – and will taste much better with the unsweetened Greek yogurt I still have in the fridge. So bye bye last sad individual cup.
silky rhubarb puree
And maybe the evening was a metaphor? Not quite sure where the week went either – Monday was the Teaching & Learning Symposium – I had to say a few words at lunch and then be part of a session about the Teaching Academy’s new website. I got out at about 3:30 and came home to grade. It wasn’t bad in the AM but got ridiculously cold by afternoon. So instead of the sort of BLT salad that I envisioned, I got out a hunk of focaccia (frozen since the indoor BBQ, and a little the worse for it – making me wonder if there’s something wrong with my big freezer …. sigh) and we had BLTs. Turned out to not be a very good eating day for me, though – too hungry while I was cooking dinner and snarfing triscuits.
Tuesday was a “regular” work day – only one short meeting, got most of my grading done, pork fried rice for dinner. No over-eating in front of TV later on. And the weather started getting a lot nicer.
Wednesday I had a 9:00 to 10:30 meeting – a “Town Hall” on climate for distance students. Evidently the Dept. of Continuing Studies has hired an emeritus engineering prof to come back as a consultant on online learning. It was one of those sessions where I sat and listened to everyone talking about best practices, thinking well, we’ve been doing that for six years – in our own, small department way. Then another noon to 4:00 meeting, to review student e-portfolios, with Panera lunch provided – I had the turkey avocado bacon, not a bad choice in of itself, but it came with a 400-calorie cookie that I really should NOT have eaten. And Madame director bought us all beer on the Terrace after – since by Weds. the weather was glorious. I biked out to the library, and came home in time to make this really good black bean & corn salad, with Rancho Gordo beans, and put out sandwich stuff, since we needed a quick dinner before the choir concert at the high school. I made a peanut butter, pepper-cheddar, and pickle half sandwich and had a little pile of the bean salad with corn chips – so not bad, but I over-indulged in the Trader Schmoe’s red licorice in front of TV after the concert.
Corn & black bean salad, with giant Rancho Gordo beans
I guess that brings us around again, to Friday morning. I love mornings, like one of my former bosses used to say, “I start a new diet every day”. The new tulips are now old, and time to bike to E. Wash and hang the new blinds there.
and here they are
