BOO! (Hi, Jaime!)
The title of this post is because I saw a flower in someone’s garden today that reminded me of bluebells, but was not actually a bluebell… but that didn’t stop Somewhere Over the Rainbow from popping into my head, and all day I’ve been hearing Somewhere over the rainbow bluebirds fly… birds fly over the rainbow, why then oh why can’t I? Why, indeed.
Last night, I finally got around to making “British scones” for a co-worker of mine. Considering that I’d never heard of scones at all until a couple of years ago (yes, I live under a rock), I have no idea whether or not they’re authentic, but she liked them, so all is well.
2 c all-purpose flour
1 t cream of tartar
1/2 t baking soda
1 pinch salt
1/4 c unsalted margarine
1/8 c granulated sugar
1/2 c soy milk
2 T soy milk
Preheat oven to 425 F (220 C).
Line a baking sheet with parchment paper.
Sift the flour, cream of tartar, baking soda, and salt into a bowl.
Rub in the butter until the mixture resembles fine breadcrumbs.
Stir in the sugar and enough milk to make a soft dough.
Turn onto a floured surface, knead lightly and roll out to 3/4-inch thickness.
Cut into two-inch rounds and place onto prepared baking sheet. Brush with milk to glaze.
Bake for ten minutes. Cool on wire rack.
Like I said, I have no clue whether this is “authentic” … for all of the British people out there: is it??
Totally random question: What is the difference between “tags” and “categories”?!
I actually made it to bed before 11.00 last night. I think I even fell asleep before then, which is awesome. What’s not so awesome is that I woke up three times in the middle of the night with a throbbing headache behind my right eyebrow. At 1.40 I finally gave up and took some ibuprofen… which didn’t work very well, apparently, because I took more when I got up for the day a few hours later. Hence, I spent much of today in a drug-induced haze.
I would absolutely not buy this top were I to try it on today; but I have a special place in my heart for them (yes, them; I have it in not one, not two, not three, but four different colors!) because they’re the first babydoll-style tops I ever owned. And since I work in an icebox and ride to work in another icebox, most of the time I’m wearing a hoodie over it anyway, so it doesn’t really matter.
Just a couple of things that “happened” today:
Jamfrakas apple crispalicious bar
These are, obviously, meant for kids. And they’re kid-sized! But even though it is diminutive, it’s got a nice subtle sweetness to it. I guess it’s good that I don’t hate them, since I have quite a few of them in my “pantry”!
i. love. berries.
Something else “exciting” happened today, too. I mentioned a couple of weeks back that my therapist wanted me to be the one to initiate getting together with some friends… well, we’re finally getting around to sort of planning something. We had a date, which had to be changed, so now we have another one; and we have a tentative time. But we had nothing to do… and we really didn’t want to go out to eat, because that’s just so… typical. Anyway, one of my friends decided that we should go out to eat, because “we can talk around food.” Okay. Fine. Not my first choice, but I’ll deal. But. She wants to go to a hibachi steakhouse. Hello… I am a vegetarian. While I have nothing against other people eating meat, I definitely do not want to sit there and watch carcasses being roasted right in front of my face! Thankfully, one of my other friends agrees with me, so it’s not just me being difficult about it. Sigh.
After my rather interminable day at work (with a mosquito… bloodsucking insects love me, way more than any human ever has or will), I had to stop in to get weighed. I randomly asked if my nutritionist had called since last week, and I was told that she either didn’t, or that they missed her call. This doesn’t surprise me, exactly — I know she does have her own life! — but it annoys me that such a big fuss was made about my needing to get on that stupid scale!! I kind of knew she would forget to call, so even though I am supposedly blind-weighed, I did peek. Admittedly, a peek means I am not 100% sure that what I saw was correct. Not to mention the fact that this scale is about ten million years old. But all of these factors aside, I’m pretty sure I did gain weight. Way more than I would have liked, considering I wasn’t 100% compliant — yay, me — because I just shiver with horror at what would have happened if I had been. But what frightened me most of all was that as I was walking home, telling myself that this was a very very stupid reason indeed to consider walking in front of a passing vehicle, the thought popped into my head that it really doesn’t matter. Yes, I think I look like a house, and yes, I feel like an elephant, but seriously… it doesn’t make that much of a difference in the grand scheme of things. Twenty years from now, will it really matter that I weighed X more or less than I “wanted” to on a particular day?! Obviously not.
Still, I just had to take a shower ASAP when I got home. Must wash off that yuckiness, you know. I am not particularly fond of the whole “having to see yourself naked” aspect of showering; towards the end of my IP stay, I was actually showering in the dark. Not a wise move if you’re going to be shaving, I will have you know! But here I am, and I am seriously disgusted with myself, and I realized that I am just so. damn. tired. of this already. It is exhausting to constantly fight with myself, some anonymous entity, the man on the moon, heaven only knows who or what… no wonder I’m always feeling sleep-deprived!! And so I stepped out of the shower, full of brilliant insights (not), and all but rolled in baby powder. (I love baby powder. It makes me happy. Okay?? ;p)
I’m pondering whether or not to call my nutritionist to tell her I’ve been to the doctor’s office. Clearly it doesn’t matter whether someone is “keeping tabs” on it or not; I am obviously capable of getting fatter without that. Just the thought of this conversation exhausts me, to be honest. Crawling into bed sounds awfully appealing… the only problem with that is that if I go to sleep, morning will come sooner, and I will have to go back to work! Gah. I guess I need to earn back the money to which I bid a sad farewell when I signed my tuition check tonight. Seriously. It will take me close to three months to earn that back, and by then I will be on the receiving end of another bill!
Somewhere over the rainbow, way up high
There’s a land that I heard of once in a lullaby
Somewhere over the rainbow, skies are blue
And the dreams that you dare to dream really do come true
Someday I’ll wish upon a star and wake up where the clouds are far behind me
Where troubles melt like lemon drops away above the chimney tops
That’s where you’ll find me
Somewhere over the rainbow bluebirds fly
Birds fly over the rainbow
Why then oh why can’t I
If happy little bluebirds fly beyond the rainbow
Why oh why can’t I?