If you guessed chocolate of some kind, you win. The answer is raw cacao nibs. One of my favorite treats.
In other news, we're at Barnes now. I've got a big smile on my face because Tim wore his Captain America shirt to the cafe'. What he didn't know is I smuggled my Cap shirt in. Soon as he went to get a book, I put the same shirt on (over my current shirt).
Woohoo, day 4. Yesterday, we hit Barnes and Wegmans. Lots of reading and writing at the cafe' and at Wegmans, I got new freezer-safe glass jars to replace ALLLLLLL the little plastic containers that I tossed, on Day 2.
I love being free of those containers because one, I stopped using them and two, I have a firm rule in my kitchen.
Use it or lose it.
I'm outside again. Sunny, muggy, windy and wonderful. That's all from me. Enjoy your day and eat yummy things.
I'm freezing for the third day in a row, so today I crumbled, and restarted the furnace. So much better.
In other news, it looks like I'm able to eat dairy without severe allergic reactions (double high-five). But still not able to eat corn. And, as of last night's Thanksgiving meal, no more cooking corn either.
This one bugs me more than the others, because it's not just a matter of not eating it. I can't sit in the movie house or pump gas at the corner, without severe skin and throat reactions. But who knows? I'm able to eat dairy again. Maybe someday corn, too. Or at the very least cook it for Tim.
I feel bad that we have to completely remove corn because he loves it so much. But then last night, he told me he loved me more than corn. What a Honey Bunny, Smoochie Face, he is.
And guess what? When he gets home today, we start our 9 day staycation. 9 days. Hot dog.
It's after one in the morning and I'm still awake but I'm rubbing my eyes, so it's about time to close the lid on this day. Before I go, check out the book that Tim brought home for me today. Can't wait to play. But first, sleep. Okay, no, first flip through a few pages, then sleep. Unless I fall asleep and hit myself in the face with the book.
I was THIS close, THIS close to getting the boxed up and loose fabric sorted and out. THIS close, I say. But I just didn't make the deadline. Which, I'm okay with because yesterday I rested. Today, I've got my red boots on and I'm ready to shop.
Parsnip wins three dried boogers, two earlobes and a locket because she said, dates. These were organic Medjool dates and oh my flippin' gosh, they were YUMMY.
I hate car shopping. It's hard for me to wrap my head around the cost. The last time we tried this, my hair fell out for six months afterward. Big clumps of hair. It sucked. This time, I'm a little better prepared for tomorrow's car shopping but I'm not looking forward to it. To put it in one word, ACK!
FQ: What's your least enjoyable kind of shopping?
Big thanks to everyone from last Friday. I loved reading your answers. Below is my answer. Tell us what it is, and win three dried boogers, two earlobes and a locket.
I'm calling time of death. No more sorting fabric and papers for the day. Instead, I'm sitting at the best cafe' table in the world, ours. I've gotta cuppa organic ginger tea, two pups and a hubby that I'm meeting later, for a movie.
Not too shabby.
And dig this, thanks to my mask, I didn't have not ONE single stinking rash or sneeze.
Hey Boogerbutts, I'm not here again today. With any luck, I'm busy getting the house ready for staycation. My goal is to have the pile of crap on the side wall of the bedroom, sorted, tossed and out the flippin' door by the end of this week.
But I've said that before. Fingers, nutsacks and eyeballs crossed, that I really hit that goal, this time.
While my allergic recovery time is MUCH better these days, hits like this weekend, still require time. I'm 100% okay with that. So yesterday, I hung out in The Lemon Tart Room and watched Three Coins in the Fountain and Houseboat. Loved them. These movies were perfect for a full-on rest day.
Today, I'm back to yoga and taking over the world.
Okay, so not the world, because let's face it, world domination doesn't start with collecting morning poo, waffle experiments, dishes and bills. But it's pretty close.
I've fed all the monsters and I'm still a tad on the tired side. Not so tired that I'm dragging my knuckles across the kitchen floor, but not so awake that I'm throwing Tim out and blitzing through chores, either.
I'm sorta in the middle, though that might not be true because as I'm typing, my eyes were closed.
I wanted to get some sauce on this morning but since I'm almost sure I'll be napping soon, I best not. Though later, the plan is to bake organic chicken meatballs. Tim loves them, they last awhile and are delish.
But for right now, I'm just gonna take another snooze, even though it's not even eight in the morning yet.
Today, I worked in the lab on yet another funky monkey waffle formula, using homemade flours of millet, flax and oat groat. I got the taste right but the science is off. No matter, back in the lab tomorrow for another go.
Because that's the fun of it.
Know what else is fun? Being done by 4PM on a Monday. AND, my kitchen is clean and supper is ready for reheat. We're having chicken & waffles (leftover from the weekend). But first, I'm off to shower and sip licorice root tea.
PS: I kept eating bits and pieces as I peeled them off the waffle iron. Which gave me three new ideas.
Today, we hit the movie house. By the time the movie was over, my face, arms and neck/chest area were covered in a rash. I never eat at the movies. Maybe it was the food smells in the air. Or something funky on the seat.
Then on our way to Barnes, we stopped at the store to get a new pair of jeans but I had to leave because the smells and fabric made it hard to breathe. No rash, but still. When did I become such a cupcake?
The only good news to report, is my recovery time is MUCH better than before. That gives me hope.