A day I was dreading actually began with something pretty exciting. LOOK!
I finally, finally, finally finished a jar of peanut butter! This one was a long time coming. (I must examine this detail, because I think it took me a lot less time to finish the last jar; I just can’t figure out if that’s because I used to eat peanut butter more often, or if I cut down on the portion size!) Obviously, this means only one thing: oats in a jar!
I microwaved a packet of oats mixed with cinnamon and Truvia, then spooned it all into the jar and topped that with half of a sliced banana.
I always wondered how people get “peanut butter in every bite” — especially since the little bit that was left in the jar was all on the bottom! I needed a super-long spoon to mix it all up.
My mixing skills in this regard are nonexistent, but it was good anyway.
Oh, and in case you were wondering? This jar has been replaced with another — because while flavored peanut butters are all nice and good, I like to have at least one “original” on hand:
Crunchy, because that’s all they had. I don’t think I’ve ever tried crunchy peanut butter before in my life, and I have a feeling I prefer smooth… but I’ll have to deal with this one for a while!
The meeting today met my expectations… that is, it was boring. And long. And the articles I was reading were even worse… I don’t understand a thing! To top off the joy of the day, when I was riding home, a girl in my subway car barfed on the floor. Why am I suddenly surrounded by vomiting people?! If my stomach had been full, I might have joined her; such is my horror of emesis.
Later in the evening, I experienced Nappus Interruptus. I was exhausted, and because I knew I’d be forced to stay out past my “bedtime,” I decided to go to sleep for a bit. Not exactly the easiest feat for someone who takes forever to fall asleep. Just as I was dozing off, my mom came to ask me something and wanted to know why I was lying on the floor. I told her I was tired. She dispensed this brilliant advice: Go lie down. Um, yeah. That’s what I was trying to do! But at that point I abandoned all hope of sleep. Instead, I chased the 20-ounce diet Snapple iced tea I drank earlier with a Steaz… and followed that with another Snapple. Hopeless cause. And, of course, I’m exhausted right now.
So… we went to this restaurant that is supposedly a sushi and noodle bar, but since kosher restaurants aren’t going to be “authentic” to regional cuisine anyway, they tend to be sort of a mishmash. (I’m sure that these things taste nothing like “the real thing,” but since I have no basis for comparison, what do I care?) Anyway, this was the plan according to my nutritionist: since I really hate ordering entrees, because they’re always massive and they freak me out, I was to get two appetizers instead. Getting to that point was tough: soup? Salad? AHHH?! But there were actually only two appetizers on the menu that I would even consider, so that part wasn’t such a difficult decision.
Shumai Steamed dumpling with mixed vegetable and soy beef
Edamame Boiled soybean pods
And because it is a sushi bar, after all, I was supposed to get a cucumber roll.
This was pretty much the only semi-stress-free part of the ordering process. And, actually, the sushi was pretty good. Weird how something as simple as nori, rice and cucumbers can taste different depending on who makes it.
Anyway… I asked what vegetables were in the dumplings, and I was told that it included “cilantro.” Since when has that been upgraded to a vegetable?… I hate cilantro. With a passion. So, of course, since I had determined that I was not going to freak out (this was helped along by the fact that I managed to semi-dissociate myself from the whole situation), I called my nutritionist. I ended up ordering miso soup. There was a choice between “with tofu and seaweed” and “with shiitake mushrooms.” I asked for the mushrooms. This is what I got:
That’s a really bad picture. Here’s a closer look:
Mushrooms (which I’m pretty sure were not shiitake). And seaweed. And tofu. It was okay, I guess; good, but I wasn’t blown away.
As for the edamame, I don’t know why I was expecting them to be shelled, but they were not.
You don’t even want to know how late it was by the time I got this; the service was abominably slow. It made me very glad that I stuck to appetizers. I had shoved my watch way up my arm under my sleeve so that I shouldn’t be able to see the time and freak myself out all over again every few minutes… but as soon as I picked up the first pod, I came crashing out of my self-induced dissociation, because these boiled soybean pods were coated in oil. I have an almost deathly fear of oil, especially discernible oil! Remember that panic attacks in the company of my family are a bad idea. Kind of in the same way that throwing the bowl across the room (my initial reaction) would have been. I guess I should be proud that I ate it anyway. But I can still feel the grease seeping through my fingertips. 😦
And I (very uncharacteristically!) also told the waiter that they should really re-work their menu, because a bunch of things were wrong. My mom ordered baked ziti, and it looked like a bowl of ziti with a tomato cream sauce. But then my brother-in-law ordered it too, and his had a cheesy crust, so I don’t know. We are not going to be returning to this restaurant.
Before I pass out, I did snap some random photos for your viewing pleasure! … Most of these belonged to the people on my end of the table (and yes, I wound up right next to my mom… of course). The only thing I can say that’s good about the setting of this place is that the lighting wasn’t half-bad.
In short, I’m glad that it’s over; what with all my catastrophizing, it couldn’t possibly have been as bad as I was expecting. I’m still feeling like I “shouldn’t” go to sleep yet, since it’s only been X amount of hours since I ate, but I am going to ignore that and go to bed anyway. See if it kills me.
Thank you all so much for your support with my insanity!!
My aunt and uncle are staying in my house for Shabbos this week. Whee! (I think that’s just a little bit sarcastic. Too tired to tell.)
Have a great weekend!