I completely forgot to include the Turtle Mountain Experiment in my post last night. In fact, I didn’t remember about it until this morning when I was cleaning out my memory card and accidentally deleted the nutrition panel pictures. (Not to worry … I snuck a couple of shots in a store.) So, without further ado… raspberry Soy Delicious and coconut milk Mint Chip.
The raspberry didn’t taste like ice cream at all; more like sorbet. It was good, but it is low-fat, and you can definitely taste the difference.
The mint chip, to me, didn’t taste all that different from the Purely Decadent mint chocolate chip, which is a good thing; it means I couldn’t taste the coconut! My brother complained about it, though. Then again, he was complaining as soon as he saw that the container said “coconut milk,” so who knows…
I’m gratified that you all enjoyed my carrot classifications! 😉 I bought a package of “fetus” carrots today…
…and my mom bought a size I have never seen before! These are 3 oz. bags; my mom bought 2.25 oz. bags. I need to stick in another gestational stage somewhere… and I guess I’ll be eating a lot of carrots! (I think the correct term for these is actually “petite” carrots, but whatever, I prefer “fetus.”)
My mom used to make these all the time — well, actually, she still does, but I don’t eat them anymore because I no longer eat meat! But I remember liking them, so I set about making a vegetarian version.
It looks kind of nasty because it came out of the refrigerator. Anyway, it’s basically ground meat stuffed into a rolled-up lasagna noodle and topped with tomato sauce.
Here’s my version:
I used whole wheat lasagna, Lightlife Gimme Lean ground sausage (yes, I should have used the beef style, but I had a total ED moment when I bought it and this one had fewer calories), and pasta sauce.
Of course it needed some vegetables… this is me we’re talking about, after all! Roasted “fetus” carrots, baby bellas, and Brussels sprouts. Oh, and by the way? I like my vegetarian version better than “the real thing” — it’s missing that greasy meatiness that some people like, but which I do not.
We have about a million (okay, maybe ten) boxes of Duncan Hines cake mix in the basement, and I figured it’s high time we start actually using them… they’re not just for decoration! (We have so many because there was a short while where they were being sold marked as dairy, so everyone here stockpiled on them. They’re not dairy anymore, but we’re still left with the stores!) So I used a box of fudge marble cake mix to make cupcakes.
I’m bringing a couple of them to work tomorrow because it’s a co-worker’s birthday, and I said I would. I may or may not have been joking, but that’s not the point — when I say I’m going to do something, I tend to do it. (Cue mom ranting, but I won’t even bother discussing that.)
Unfortunately, the same can’t be said for much of the people with whom I seem to associate. I’ve mentioned my aversion to making plans with others; this is why. I have a friend who lives out of state, and whenever she’s here, she wants to get together. I’m all for that — it’s nice to see people once in a while, you know? But it’s not quite so simple… I think I’ve mentioned that I went to see Ave. Q with my mom. (Never do that, by the way.) It’s because I was supposed to go with this friend, but she cancelled at the last minute, and I couldn’t find anyone else with whom to go on such short notice.
Then, today, she and I were supposed to go bowling. I swallowed my pride, because I hate hate hate hate hate asking for things, and asked my dad if I could borrow his car. This morning, she said that she won’t be able to make it. I’m not about to un-ask for the car, after all the agony that went into acquiring it, so I swallowed some more pride and tried to find someone else around who wanted to come along. I don’t really have many friends left in the area; most of those who are still here are married with kids. If I want to discuss kids all day, I can talk to my sisters. Anyway, I did end up finding two (single!) friends who were available.
We went, and I still suck at bowling — I said that next time we have to do something I might have a chance at winning — but it was nice to get to hang out with them again, since we haven’t done that in a while.
Thing is, this friend — the one with whom I was originally supposed to go — wants to make “rain check” plans. I don’t feel like doing that, because I am tired of making plans that fall through. But I feel like a bitch in saying that, because she isn’t cancelling just to be obnoxious; she has a chronic condition, and basically can’t help it. It’s not like she wants to be ill. At the same time, I hate putting myself out there like that all the time. I don’t know what to do.
I do know that I absolutely don’t want to go back to work tomorrow. (So what else is new?!) Oh, yeah, that means it’s Sunday:
Quite frankly, this is getting kind of old and bordering on extremely egotistical — I think I can stop posting these now. :p
My new algae eater — the long pink thing. :p
And now I can go to bed, as it is long past a reasonable time for me to have done that. I am an old lady and I can’t stay out this late anymore… so sad. 😉
Have a great Monday!