The first time I ate a Clevelander, I couldn’t contain myself.  The package sat there on the passenger seat of my car, begging to be opened and consumed. Driving 37 miles an hour down East 55th Street, I reached over and peeled the foil wrapper away, revealing the most beautiful sandwich I had ever seen. Buttered, grilled rye bread, lettuce, tomato, raw onion, white and yellow cheese, a beef patty and CORNED BEEF! Sweet lord, it was a vision I couldn’t resist. I reached over and grabbed a half; grease, cheese and some kind of special sauce began running down my hand. I muttered some kind of apology to the gods of car cleanliness and crammed a full quarter of the sandwich into my mouth.

Mmmm … It reaffirmed something I’d known all along: Cleveland is one hell of a place to live. The Clevelander is available only at Biggie’s on the corner of East 55th and Cedar. Look for the painting of the Incredible Hulk on the side of the building. — Clint Holley, guitarist and vocalist, Hayshaker Jones

This is really not the healthiest thing in the world, however I have a feeling this is something that Paula Deen would love. It tastes pretty good, but I feel guilty if I eat more than 1/2 a sandwich because I know how much I’d need to work out to work it off. But for the every so often snack, why not try the Fried Potato Sandwich. J

Carb-Tastic Man Food… aka: The Fried Potato Sandwich

4 medium size red potatoes

4 slices of white bread

Yellow Mustard

Vegetable Oil

Slice potatoes thinly. Brown potatoes in hot oil until crispy. Drain on paper towels and season with salt & pepper.

Spread mustard on the bread. Add cooked potatoes to 2 of the 4 slices of bread. Top with remaining bread. Eat warm.

• Sandwiches con jamón dulce + queso de fundir + tomate + cebollita
• Ensalada con maíz + atún

• Arroz blanco + Alubias rojas

Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmm...tiene buena pinta o no?

For breakfast before church I had a bowl of quinoa flakes made with soy milk and topped with part of a crumbled blueberry granola plank:

After the first service while sitting outside on the patio I had a Clif Nectar bar for a snack. The flavor of this one tasted weird to me. I don't think I'll get it again.

While my sister went to the high school class for second hour, my mom and I headed over to a couple book stores to find another copy of Around the World in 80 Days for our meeting tonight. Thankfully we found one. I also found a nice Piccadilly notebook on the bargain shelf. It's just like a Moleskine. I love those, and they're not cheap!

On the way home we stopped at taco bell to pick up some food for the rest of the house. It took FOREVER, my mom said, because a new girl was working at the register (I waited in the car).

FINALLY for lunch at home I made a turkey sandwich with the last of the Vegenaise, almond cheese, and some salsa because we were out of tomato. :-) I also had carrots and grapes.

I almost have all my homework finished. Just a few more questions!

Will be back soon!

Saturday, 10.11.08

Friday, 10.10.08

There are no pictures for Friday and Saturday. I know I'm such a bad blogger. Please forgive me. :oops:

Thursday, 10.09.08

Breakfast:

Banana oatmeal and Earl Grey tea (not pictured)

Lunch:

2 slices of Ezekiel raisin bread, 1 medium banana, and Chobani

A cup of Masala Tea

Wednesday, 10.08.08

Lunch:

I didn't eat lunch until 2 or 3 pm, so it lunch/dinner was clustered pretty close together.

I had cut ups of half of a sandwich filled with yves deli slices, lettuce, mayo and mustard.

Soy milk, an orange and a banana

Did someone say Velveeta!? I ate a TON of this! Later...I guess it would be called dinner (?), I ate the rest of the package. Not as good as Vegan Mac Un-Cheese from the other day though.

Steamed Broccoli florets lightly salted

I didn't have that banana until about 10:15 last night.

After I got to work this morning, I snacked on this half of a banana with almond butter:

For lunch I had a pita sandwich, grapes, and carrots. I got all this together last night and packed it in my Laptop Lunchbox.

My sandwich contained the last of the hummus, turkey, lettuce, and almond cheese. I microwaved it before I ate it, so the cheese got all melty.

When I got home I had some Kashi Heart to Heart cereal with soy milk. Yum!! I love cereal!

And some more grapes. So sweet, they're just like candy.

Now I have homework to do to prepare for book club tomorrow. Ugh. I better get to it...

Several times during training, when we were discussing terrible employees or  difficult scenarios, a gentlemen in the back of the room would offer up advice in a deep Texas drawl. Each time, he said the very same thing: give'em a Bologna & Cheese Sandwich. This elicited chuckles from those beside him and raised eyebrows from the rest of us. For those of us (the majority) with military backgrounds, oddities such as this are fairly common.

The first day of training concluded with drinks and dinner at a very nice restaurant. After three tall Tanqueray & Tonics, I found the Texan and began to chat. During the conversation, I mentioned some trouble I'd been having with a very obnoxious customer. To be clear, this customer is borderline evil,with sadomasochist tendencies. When I finished, "Bob" looked at me with a blank stare and said, "Give'em a bologna and cheese sandwich."

Okay, I have to know.

Bob explained that, growing up in west Texas, his neighbors were a family that raised hunting dogs. These prized dogs were bought by hunters from around the world, and so they sold for top dollar.A lot of training went into teaching these dogs to hunt, which meant a lot of money was spent on training these dogs.

But, once in awhile, no matter how much time or money was spent, some dogs just won't hunt. Hence the phrase, "That dog won't hunt." This is a problem, because dog trainers don't keep dogs as pets. Dogs are business. Four-legged lines of business.

Okay, so what's the deal with the sandwich?

When a dog won't hunt, the trainer went inside the house and fixed himself lunch. It was always bologna and cheese sandwich. After lunch, he'd fix a sandwich for the non-hunting dog. Behind the house was a field, a big, wide-open field. The kind of field that dogs love to romp around in.  The dog trainer brought the non-hunting dog into the field, threw him the sandwich, and said goodbye. As the dog stooped to eat the bologna & cheese sandwich, the trainer shot him in the back of the head.

Morbid.

But Bob looks at me and says, your trouble customer, the one who treats you like shit. The one who makes you feel like a failure. The one who you spend so much time and money on and still he won't do his part . . . throw him a bologna and cheese sandwich.

I know myself. So I know the look on my face was a blank stare that hinted that I was frozen somewhere between total disbelief and life-changing epiphany.

There's a pause, and then Bob tells me that I should be wary of offers to take a walk in the field with my customer. That big, wide-open field, it's littered with corpses. Justifiable homicide in the name of business.

Bob says, "You have to make the sandwich for him, or he's gonna make it for you."

The next day I'm at my desk and the phone rings. It's someone waaaaaay up the food chain. This disembodied voice tells me that our customer, the borderline evil one with sadomasochist tendencies, he's requested that I come work for him, at his location.

The boss on the phone tells me, "He says you would be perfect, and that you'd love the place. It's right on the water, surrounded by forest and very remote. He says it's very peaceful."

a [mostly true] story

Last night a friend and I went on a bit of adventure. We rented the Zipcar Mini and drove out to Langley to the Drive-In. It was a repeat of a thwarted summer adventure and turned out to be a spectacularly awesome evening, but you can't have a proper adventure without snacks and that's where La Grotta comes in.

An Italian deli, La Grotta del Formaggio is a central point on the Drive for all kinds of olives, pastas, spreads, imported dry goods and (of course) cheese, but possibly their best kept secret is that they also make kick-ass sandwiches.

The sandwiches are fully customizeable and can come Meat or Veggie, with your choice of bread: full foccacia (huge), half foccacia, Portuguese bun or baguette. The meat selection ranges from salami to turkey to prosciutto (for $1 extra) and cheeses vary but popular options are provolone, havarti and cheddar. Then you have to decide on the condiments, and this isn't Subway, ok? The condiments are the best part. Hot pickled eggplant, marinated red bell peppers, artichokes, green olives, banana peppers, fresh onion, lettuce and tomato.

I don't really like warm lettuce and tomato, so a typical sandwich for me is half-foccacia on white with prosciutto and provolone cheese, all the fixings minus the lettuce and tomato, and then grilled. It's delicious. This one pictured here is a turkey and swiss cheese sandwich and I did actually get fresh tomatoes on it, just to try something different. Still delicious.

So after having decided in the late afternoon that we were planning a road trip to Langley, I rushed to La Grotta, hoping that they were still open and breathlessly ordered 2 sandwiches. In fact I still had half an hour before they closed (at 6 PM), but the staff is always so genial and friendly that I'm sure I would have still had dinner for the road even if I'd been later.

(Please excuse the shoddy quality of the photographs. I had to take them with my phone.)

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La Grotta del Formaggio

1791 Commercial Drive, Vancouver

I came home today from work and was starving and realized I hadn't use my panini press in awhile.  I, of course didn't want just ham and cheese.  So I looked in my fridge trying to figure out what kind of sandwich I wanted.  With so much talk of fall I was thinking of when my mother made Thanksgiving dinner, she always put onions and apples in her stuffing.   I decided on a turkey sandwich with apples....hmmm.  I Incorporated the onion by taking some mayo and mixed in just a little Lipton onion soup mix and a pinch of sugar. I spread the mix on some 12 grain whole wheat bread.  I then peeled the apple, cored it and cut it into thin slices.  I assembled my sandwich turkey first, apples and then a slice of provolone.  Sprayed my press with butter spray and pressed my sandwich.  I ate it with well a few apple wedges and a glass of green tea.  I was quite satisfying.

Finally (and thankfully), I can enjoy a Subway sandwich any day I want. I pass by it 5 times a week. Today for lunch, I had a foot-long veggie delight with chipotle southwest dressing. Everything but onions, please. My bread was oat-honey. After lunch, I then walked back to work feeling light and satisfied.

Today was my second time there. My first time was the day they opened. Tuesday. It was a soft opening. No frills, no noise, no people, no line. Suited me. I ordered a foot-long steak and cheese on dark bread with oil and hot chili sauce for dressing. My drink was on the house! Thanks to the owner who was the one serving. Ain't that sweet?

Why do I like Subway? Aside from the sandwiches, it reminds me of the time when a friend (Hello Teens!) and I shared a foot-long veggie delight, not for health reasons but because we were saving on our food allowance. Veggie delight is the most affordable of all Subs and ordering a foot-long is cheaper than ordeing 2 separate 6-inch sandwiches. This was many years ago. On second thought, what's fun about tightening the food budget? Personally, surviving it is a victory and I should add that the company of Teens during that period put some fun in the challenge.

Although I'm not promising anything, I can almost guarantee that I'll be eating at Subway a few more times. I have yet to try the parmesan oregano bread. In the meantime, I can think over what to have in it. Maybe roastbeef. That was a quickie. Maybe I'll change my mind (I'm quick in this too). I hope I don't get tired of Subway like a number of places I used to go to because I'm running out of food places to go to.

Oh, Subway has macadamia cookies and I'm just nuts about macadamia. If I decide to get a Subway meal (Sub + 15 bucks) I get a drink and chips or a cookie. And when I do, I'll most certainly choose the macadamia.

It's not a secret...

Arriving there around 11:25, there was a line out the door but it moves quite briskly (about seven minutes from standing on line 'til receiving my sandwich.) There's a sign at the registers listing the free sandwiches: Black Forest Ham, Roast Beef, Vine-ripened tomato, and Wild Tuna Salad.

Black Forest Ham Sandwich

I opted for the ham just because it's supposedly filled with red cabbage, apple, sauerkraut, herb mustard, and it's encased with onion rye bread. When I actually bite into it, it's missing apples and it's on the smallish side. But I'm not complaining for something that tastes good and it's free. Normally, this baby would cost me $8.95 (about $9.70, including tax), which I wouldn't pay for unless I know it's earth shatteringly awesome. At least I know... Probably I'll drop in another day for their pastries and cakes, which did look enticing.

AQ Kafe
1800 Broadway (between W 59th & 59th Streets)
New York, NY 10019 (map)

lunch: seven-eleven junk. i was in such a rush, so i only got to eat one onigiri (rice ball) and these little sandwiches.
dinner: another onigiri (not pictured) and veggie sticks. both leftover from lunch. i also had some chikuwa (fish sausages, not pictured).

I had the checkup appointment with my gynecologist (who is such a passive-aggressive kind of bitch. I hate her more every time I go see her.) this morning. Since I was at the general hospital anyway, I thought I might as well stop by the otolaryngology department there to ask for a second opinion about my screwy ears, which turned out to be one of the best choices I've made in a while. They tested my hearing as well as eardrums and eustachian tubes, which all came out more or less normal. My ears are fine!?! I can't begin to tell you how fucking relieved I am. I mean, they are still all weird, my ears. But I just have to teach myself to go on with my life without worrying too much about them. So anyway, whoever is reading this, please please take care of your ears because they can make you go absolutely crazy. Basically, no loud music or loud noise, and no stress. Catching a cold is also bad. When things such as your hearing or any of your sensory functions that you take for granted go wrong, it totally throws you off in all sorts of directions.  And you certainly don't want that to happen, though sometimes it's just out of your hands, isn't it?

So I had a beer tonight at the G. Love & the Special Sauce gig. Man, that felt good! And we hugged after the show, and that felt good, too. Japan, we need to incorporate hugging in our culture! Now, that wouldn't hurt, would it?

You know I'm watching The L Word now.  But I need to sleep as tomorrow is a working Saturday...

Hello Durrr people….

This week at the club it’s a black clad, ear bleeding, noise-off as we proudly present two bands that are dark and lovely but a bit gritty - like expensive chocolate found in a skip…

KASMs will be playing their goth/punk/metal noir-isms and rolling around on the floor, dropping industrial strength riffs and screaming in your face. Their debut single ‘Taxidermy’ is so good it sold out almost instantly, and has just been re-pressed so if you didn’t get one you now stand another chance!

ddd are a two-man noise juggernaut, cult favourites and generally great. In a generous move they’re giving you an mp3 of ‘Drown’ - the standout track from their recent e.p, called, er, ‘E.P’ (in stores now, but fast disappearing, so hurry!). Just CLICK HERE TO DOWNLOAD ‘DROWN’ BY ddd and enjoy this slab of searing sonic bliss!

And, as usual, we’re offering you the chance to win entry to the club to see all this fabulous shenanigans for FREE! all you have to do is answer the following question correctly and you and a friend will get in to the club for nowt…..

Taxidermy is the art of what?

a) Hailing a cab
b) Stuffing a dead animal
c) Stuffing a cab full of dead animals
d) Hailing a dead animal and stuffing it full of cabs

Answers in an email to chandra@durrr.co.uk with ‘Stitched Up Like A Kipper’ in the subject line. The first 5 correct answers will win a place on the guestlist +1. Good luck!

x

Thanks for all your entries, we have had loads so I’m closing the competition now. See you Monday! XX

By Our Man Fred

• Esnob. En el siglo XVII, la universidad de Cambridge decidió admitir a algunos plebeyos becándolos y para distinguirlos del resto de alumnos anotaban en la matrícula la expresión "sine nobilitas" (sin nobleza, en latín). Con el tiempo el término se abrevió.

• Eslogan. Este anglicismo proviene del gaélico, siendo su forma original " slaugh claim" (grito de combate), utilizado por los viejos clanes escoceses.

• S.O.S. En 1912 (tres meses después del hundimiento del Titanic), las letras "SOS" fueron instituidas como la llamada internacional de auxilio. La Organización Marítima Internacional precisó que las letras no son abreviatura de la frase "Save Our Souls" (Salvad nuestras almas) ni tienen otro significado especial. Los "tres puntos-tres rayas-tres puntos" (• • • - - - • • •) "son fáciles de recordar y de transmitir en código Morse en el cual S=". . ." y O="- - -". 

• Sandwich. John Montagu (1718-1792), cuarto conde de Sandwich (Inglaterra), era un jugador empedernido. Un día, estaba tan metido en el juego que le pidió a su sirviente le trajera "cualquier cosa para comer en el lugar". Al rato, el criado se presentó con una bandeja de alimentos. El conde, sin abandonar su puesto, cortó unas rodajas de "roast beef", las colocó entre rebanadas de pan, y comió el emparedado sin interrumpir el juego. Tan orgulloso se sentía lord Sandwich de su creación que no dudó en mencionarla en su testamento, como el mejor legado que dejaba a su país.

• OK. Durante la guerra civil en Estados Unidos, cuando regresaban las tropas a sus cuarteles sin tener ninguna baja, ponían en una gran pizarra " 0 Killed" (cero muertos). De ahí proviene la expresión 'O.K.' para decir que todo esta bien. Su expresión con el dedo pulgar en alza proviene de los circos romanos, donde el emperador perdonaba, con este gesto, la vida al gladiador derrotado.

 • Gringo. Hay varias versiones. Una de ellas dice que en la guerra entre Méjico y Estados Unidos en 1847, los norteamericanos vestían uniforme verde y los mexicanos les gritaban "green go home".

• Arroba @. En la Edad Media se usaba como una abreviatura de la preposición "ad" (en). En los primeros sistemas de correo electrónico @ se utilizó por varios motivos: porque era un signo muy reconocible, porque ya se usaba en la informática y porque estaba en los conjuntos básicos de caracteres.

• Alarma. Durante la presencia musulmana de la Edad Media en la península ibérica, las armas se situaban en el centro de los complejos amurallados a la espera de los ataques de los enemigos. Con la expresión “al arma” el vigía avisaba de los inminentes ataques.

• Pepe. En los conventos, durante la lectura de las Sagradas Escrituras al referirse a San Jose, decian siempre 'Pater Putatibus' y por simplificar 'P.P.'. Así nació el llamar 'Pepe' a los 'José'.

• Popurrí. Galicismo (pot pourri – olla podrida) que procede de un guiso español de la Edad Media que tenía gran variedad de ingredientes. De ahí que se lo llamara olla podrida porque sólo los acaudalados podían permitírsela.

•  Cacique. Esta palabra deriva de “cakchiqueles”, los jefes políticos de las tribus centroamericanas taínas, que significaba: "el señor responsable o autoridad de los hombres".

 Algunas expresiones que usamos frecuentemente también tienen una historia curiosa:

• Mostrar los dedos en señal de victoria. En la batalla de Angincourt en 1415, los franceses propusieron cortarle el dedo corazón a los prisioneros de guerra, ya que sin ese dedo no podrían disparar jamás sus arcos. Sin embargo, los ingleses ganaron la batalla y les mostraron el dedo corazón en señan de desafio. Otras versiones indican que mostraban los dedos índice y corazón (V), como muestra de la victoria.

• Poner los cuernos como acepción de infidelidad tiene su origen en los vikingos. Sus jefes podían escoger entre todas las mujeres jóvenes de su territorio a la que estimaran más convenientes para contraer matrimonio o simplemente como amante, si éstas estaban casadas. Cuando el jefe hacía efectivo este derecho, en la puerta de la joven se colocaba una enorme cornamenta de alce, naciendo la famosa frase: “Te pusieron los cuernos” o “eres un cornudo”.

• Hacer la cama. En las noches, los ciudadanos del Imperio Romano construían sus camas rellenando con paja un saco de tela. La paja debía ser vaciada cada noche para secarse. Por eso, las camas tenían que volverse a hacer cada noche. Esta práctica continuó hasta el siglo XV, y en algunos países todavía más tarde. De ahí proviene la expresión "hacer la cama".

• Poner los puntos sobre las íes. Cuando en el siglo XVI se adoptaron los caracteres góticos era fácil que dos íes se confundieran con una "u". Para evitarlo se colocaban unos acentos sobre ellas, que con el tiempo se convirtieron en los puntos de la i latina actual.

Without a second's hesitation, almost before I've finished talking, he says, "Veggie sandwich."

Ok. Let me pause here and say that I don't really like sandwiches. Most of them have too much bread and not enough filling. When I order a sandwich, I generally take off one of the pieces of bread to eat it. (And then if it's good bread, I eat the un-sandwiched piece by itself, so clearly this isn't for dieting reasons)

Back to Jo's. I take the guy's word, sub in whole wheat bread, and am good to go. I carry the sandwich around for an hour or so before I get a chance to eat it, but it's a "cold" sandwich anyway (that they still pressed in the griller thing), so no worries. I sit down at my desk, unwrap the sandwich, and take a bite.

AMAZING!

This effing sandwich knocked my teeth off. It was so damn good I stuffed almost the entire half in my mouth at once before realizing that if I did that, I wouldn't get to spend as much time with the sandwich. So I tried nibbles, though I was fairly ineffective at it, as I wanted more more more of this veggie sandwich.

The wheat bread had those little nubby berries in it and was toasty on the outside but squishy on the inside. It was slathered in bright green pesto sauce. Thinly-sliced grilled zucchini, yellow squash, and eggplant were piled high. And havarti cheese--havarti! I love you!--was smushed into the mix. I couldn't even take the top off, the ratio of filling to bread was so perfect. The pesto + havarti + grilled veggies were perfect. The whole thing was perfect.

Sigh. I'm so full. Talking about it has brought it back and made me full again.

Jo's on Second Street. You are my new friend. And thank you tall nameless counter guy, for recommending the veggie sandwich. You too are my new friend.

For a snack I had string cheese:

And for lunch I had a turkey sandwich with vegenaise, almond cheese, and tomato with carrots on the side:

Q&A:

Jenny - you asked about the almond cheese I keep mentioning. I took a picture of it today to show you. It's a dairy alternative to real cheese that I use:

See you later on tonight! 

Te trezesti mereu cam pe la 10,

cu aceleasi ganduri goale,

cu acelasi zambet drept,

cu acelasi par ciufulit,

ochi mari si obositi

de parca n-ai fi dormit.

Te speli pe fata

crezand ca iti vei lumina chipul,

tragi isetat dintr-o tigara infecta

crezand ca fumul e mai gri decat

sufletul tau infundat ca o chiuveta.

Iti faci un sandwich si crezi ca te-ai hranit

cand de fapt traiesti din ranit.

Te duci la dus

si crezi ca-ai scapat?

Putin sapun, un sampon si-un balsam

nu curata un gram

dintr-un suflet murdar.

Mai treci pe la scoala, poate si lucrezi,

petreci ore-n sir pe net- navighezi.

Pe seara te duci in oras,

bei bere de toti banii castigati;

toata ziua ai fumat un pachet de tigari

si acum iti iei un altul

crezand ca fumul te inalta-

de fapt ai fumuri in cap.

Agati cate-o blonda

crezand ca-ti revii

din betia de ganduri

pe care ti le provoc

de fiecare data cand pot.

Te zgarii pe fata

cand ma combin

cu unul ca tine

si-am zambet senin.

Si canti bucuros,

o piesa din club,

de parca nu vad

ca scoti pe nas fum.

Se face dimieata,

te-ndrepti grabit spre casa,

astepti o noua zi

si-n brate ma tii.

Ce-am uitat sa spun

e ca mereu te supui

unui joc  banal

la al carui final

ar trebui sa mai lucrezi-

incearca si tu sa gasesti un alt sfarsit.

De mine oricum ai sa scapi;

iti promit!

Esti la fel de banal ca toti ceilalti, dar de ce tu?

I also re-read a book that I haven't read in sooo long!

19.)  A Wrinkle In Time by Madeleine L'Engle

For some reason, it seemed super religious to me this time around, but wasn't gaggy.  At least I wasn't as shocked as when I re-read Narnia!  I was way too young to notice the Christian subtext the first time around, so I thought it was such an awesome book that appreciated animals' intelligence & agency.  Um, no.

Originally posted 2/19/07

Today, during a short respite in the constant hustle and bustle at work, I took a few moments to write a some words of verse, but, alas, because of the accursed filter I was unable to post it this afternoon. So, here it is, a bit of balladry from my hand for your enjoyment and maybe, just maybe, my words will inspire you to greatness. Without further ado…..

Ode to the Bologna Sandwich I Made For Lunch Today

What will I have for lunch?
Leftovers? Macaroni?
Aha! There it is!
A sandwich of bologna

This small circle of meat
A delicacy most divine
Though it comes from the
Unmentionable parts of swine

But not just pieces of pig
That a dog wouldn’t eat
Add some chicken scraps
And beef for this treat

Tho’ it’s origin may not
Evoke a pleasant yearning
With it’s peculiar odor
My gut starts a-churning

With these facts in order
There’s not much more to say
I think I’ll go out
For my lunchtime today

In my office, there is one fridge. Everyone who brings their lunch to work leaves their food there. A while ago I started checking out what kind of stuff people make for themselves. When the coast is clear, I open up the tupperware and inspect last night's leftovers. Sometimes I stick my nose into their brown bag and figure out what the sandwich filling is. I even help myself to samples, so overwhelming is it. Some days I start thinking about this on the way to work, which I know isn't right.

(Name withheld by request.)

***

Dear Foody Snooper

Think not that you are on your own with your surreptitious snack frolics. At some point in their working lives, everyone finds themselves with the desire to use the lunch room fridge as their own personal smorgasbord, especially when the 4:00 pm slump hits. It occurs to us that a forkful of stolen leftover lasagne at the right time can rival anything Gordon Effing Ramsay can pump out.

Notwithstanding, condoning this activity with such potential for office destabilization (Jessica, did you take a bite of my brie and cress on wheat sandwich? Did you? DID YOU????) won't happen here. For your penance, we prescribe a month of cleaning that object of your desire, the fridge. Every second day for the next thirty, you must tidy, clean and organize that fridge to everyone's satisfaction, and not so much as sniff Bob's Asian chicken salad.

As we all know, no-one ever thinks to do this. Most office fridges are petri dishes for exotic microfauna. Facing all the rotting remains from weeks ago, all those years-old yogurts and moldy oranges will act as aversion therapy, and should go some way to ameliorating your transgressions.

Have a yummy day!

KV and Timmy.

I found some leftover broccoli in the fridge and decided it would be a nice little addition. Has anyone ever dipped broccoli in guacamole? It's pretty great.

Got my haircut, which went well. I haven't talked much about this, but I did lose a significant amount of hair due to my low weight over the past year, and it's finally thickening up again. My stylist was proud :)

After therapy, I came home feeling a little better, but also I left with a lot to think about. First, my weight is back up, which I KNOW is a good thing, but it can be scary at times to think that I've once again reached my maintenance point. I am determined to keep it here this time, I want my health to remain stable, and I know that's not possible if my weight continues to fluctuate. I ate dinner with my mom, and we talked more about my weekend plans. My mom is against me going to my friends b-day mainly because she does worry about that environment affecting me, and also because she doesn't want me to hurt my new relationship. But she really tends to express her opinion too forcefully, and I eventually came back to school pretty confused. I was exhausted after yesterday and went to bed at a nice 9:40pm.

I also had a mini Chocolate Brownie Clif bar before bed. I think all three flavors might be tied right now, more testing is needed to determine results ;)

I awoke this morning to a new little twist on breakfast:

Kashi oatmeal, made with almond butter this morning, instead of my usual peanut butter. I was afraid that I'd miss my peanut butter too much and be disappointed, but the almond butter was truly a nice little addition to the Kashi vanilla-flavored oatmeal packet. Good stuff.

I ended up just telling the boy that my friend was celebrating her birthday instead of telling him that I had decided one way or the other. He of course responded by telling me there was no reason to miss my friends birthday for his game, and that there were others. I still feel bad, and I'm not exactly sure what his feelings are. I just know that whether or not I have a great time with my friends, skipping out on her birthday this weekend would leave me feeling guilty. I just hope I haven't done damage to the new relationship. We have plans tomorrow night, so hopefully I can talk to him more then.

I hope everyone's Thursday has been less complicated than mine so far, I'll be back later with a "Thoughtful" post! ;)