Last night, I was busy making mishloach manot packages.
My dad is a teacher; I made these for his students.
And for the “adults,” we used an upside down sombrero as a basket for a Mexican-themed Purim.
Chips, salsa, guacamole, and Corona. And a hamantash, because it is Purim, after all!
This morning I woke up feeling very antsy. I knew I wouldn’t be able to go to the gym today, and I was incredibly anxious about that. So much so that this is what happened…
I didn’t. More anxiety? No thanks! But I spent the whole day feeling extremely uncomfortable in my own skin. Getting dressed was an attempt to ward off that sensation…
One of my favorite sweatshirts. This passes as “style” for me during the winter months; throw on a sweatshirt and call it a day.
I did, however, wear Purim-appropriate earrings!
Yes, that’s a fish. That’s Purim-appropriate because Purim is during the Hebrew month of Adar, the Zodiac sign for which is fish.
I also found a solution to my mascara “dilemma”…
One coat of lengthening, one coat of volumizing. My mom doesn’t like the way I do my eyeliner. Random. But she makes a point of pointing that out so I thought I’d do the same. 😉
I didn’t even come close to solving my protein pancake dilemma!
First I tried half a scoop of whey protein powder, two tablespoons of vital wheat gluten, Truvia, cinnamon, baking powder, baking soda, and cream of tartar. I used half of a four-ounce cup of All Whites, which, by the way, is a lot more than two ounces. It was still too liquidy, so I added a quarter of a teaspoon xanthan gum. It was my first time using it, and I vastly underestimated its thickening capabilities, because I wound up with more of a goo than a batter! Still, I plopped it onto my griddle.
They certainly don’t look like pancakes, but, hey… I took a bite. And immediately spat it back out because the insides were completely raw. I hate throwing out food, but I threw this out. And started over again.
This time I used the other half of the four-ounce cup of All Whites, a scoop of soy protein powder, Truvia, cinnamon, baking powder, baking soda, and cream of tartar. I added some water to thin out the batter… evidently, I added too much, because I wound up with more of a crepe than a pancake! I made these in the microwave.
Whatever. I still ate them. But I’m getting extremely frustrated!
After pacing around the house for an hour because I was on “door duty” while my mom and dad went to deliver mishloach manot to my aunt and uncle, I went with my dad to do the same to my great aunt. It always makes me so depressed to think about being that old (she’s 101) — when really, it should probably have the opposite effect!
This has nothing to do with anything, but I’m very proud of the fact that on the way home, we stopped at Target and I got a box of cereal for eighty-eight cents. Thank you, thank you. 😉 Oh, and we passed by my gym at 2.07 — they close at 2.00 on Sundays (yes, crazy, I know!). Funny how everything was locked up tight, but they don’t ever open seven minutes early. Oh, no.
Eventually the most dreaded part of the day arrived… The Feast.
I did have one of these.
Only because it was made with sugar-free Jello. I actually wasn’t a fan of the shot at all. You live, you learn, right?
These next few pictures were taken kind of on the sly; nobody knows I have a blog, and the excuse of general weirdness can only get you so far.
This is why I call myself 99.9% vegetarian:
I eat chicken soup. Or should I say, chicken broth… I don’t actually eat the chicken. It happens once a week, on Friday nights. I am vegetarian primarily because it grosses me out to be eating actual flesh. If I’m not eating the meat itself, it isn’t worth the battle it would cause in this house for me to not eat the chicken soup.
Totally gross inside view of one of the kreplach.
And of course, I need to have a little verbal vomit here. Trigger Niece, which is how she will henceforth be known, arrived. I had actually forgotten about the fact that they’d be here. As it turned out, my sister didn’t want her kids to fill up on junk food, so they’d already eaten. Which meant that they were just sitting at the table “for company.” Very uncomfortable and awkward… especially since we’re already pressed for space, what with a zillion kids in the house! Anyway. That wasn’t fun.
Then there was this.
I know, I know, it looks extremely unappetizing, but that’s because it’s been torn apart already. Mostly by me. Because I am a hopeless pig around this. I could probably eat the entire thing on my own, no matter how full I felt. I am not generally like that, and I hate it. It just verifies my belief that I am an uncontrollable glutton. And because I know this about myself and this dish, whenever it will be around, I feel like I “have” to restrict beforehand. Even though doing that absolutely does not make the situation okay.
At least we received a few bottles of one of my favorite wines.
The blue bottle; I never tried the other one. So that’s nice. Even though I feel like the last thing I need right now is more calories! Okay, okay, not going to go there. Chill out.
Tomorrow it’s back to work as usual. Joy of joys! Though in a month from tomorrow night, I am going to be at a seder. Which I am definitely not going to think about, because it will happen whether I freak out or not, so I may as well save myself the agony.
I love logic.
And now I must go take a shower to wash this day away, or I will go completely insane. (For the moment, we can ignore the fact that I already am pretty crazy.)
Have a lovely start to your week.
“My way of joking is to tell the truth. It’s the funniest joke in the world.”
~George Bernard Shaw
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