First, some housekeeping notes related to my last post!
- I am not going to Bermuda on my vacation. I just included that picture because I hate it when I have a post that only has pictures of food!
- The oh-so-exciting story behind the “sauteed eggplant” is that I was attempting to replicate my addiction, and the ingredients list reads “eggplant, water, tomato paste, pizza sauce, sugar, salt, spices, less than 1/10 of 1% potassium sorbate, sodium benzoate to preserve flavor.” The inclusion of spices is what makes this problematic, since I don’t know what spices those are! Anyway, my first attempt wasn’t exactly successful, which is why it just wound up dumped on top of that random concotion I posted on Friday. I tried it again, and that worked out somewhat better…
The trick, you see, was that I needed to use a skillet, not a pot. I also discovered, on the second try, that I need to let it cook for a lot longer, because the eggplant chunks were much firmer than they are in the store-bought version. Since I had no idea what spices to use, I just added as much red color as I could with chili powder, cayenne pepper, and paprika, and I also included some garlic powder and onion powder. I used two packets of Truvia, but I’m going to cut back on that next time, because it was definitely too sweet. It was good, but it wasn’t what I was after!
- My exciting Sunday outing was not, unfortunately, a skydiving trip. Instead, I went here.
I bought this.
All together now: Aaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! (In case you’re wondering, that’s a combination of excitement and pain at the price. Yes, my parents paid a portion of it, but I still covered more than half. I am oh-so-glad I didn’t go with the more expensive one I was originally eyeing… not least because it weighs about a thousand pounds!)
Being the techno-dummy that I am, I am actually feeling a little intimdated, even though this is supposedly a “beginner” camera! I will definitely not make the same mistake I made with my point-and-shoot… I didn’t read the manual until I’d already had it for a few years, and I was therefore unaware of the macro setting for a very. long. time. Pity indeed. I was going to clean my room today (or attempt it, at least), but I think this takes precedence, don’t you? 😉
Because I cannot seem to post something without the inclusion of some sort or verbal vomit, I am going to whine now. Skip the next paragraph to avoid it.
My dad and I had some “bonding time” by going together to buy the camera. That’s all fine and good… except that whenever we spend more than ten minutes in the same quarters, he seems incapable of not talking about my eating disorder. Which, frankly, makes me feel like I’m not anything but that. I really, really wish he wouldn’t always feel compelled to take what would otherwise be considered a pleasant situation and turn it into an uncomfortable and awkward one by attacking me about how I am “not normal” and “different” and persistently asking “what recovery means to [me].” (In case you’re wondering — the only “correct” answer to the last question is that I get my period. Everything else is irrelevant. Since I don’t believe that, I refuse to answer that question.) When I wanted to know if we always have to discuss this, he said that yes, we do, because I have yet to give him a satisfactory answer… and that I would understand within a couple of weeks why he is asking this now. Um… okay? If I were the type who is excessively curious about everything, a cryptic statement like that would really bother me. As it is, I’m just mildly puzzled.
In other random news, check this out.
Old on top, new on bottom. (Duh.) It was clearly high time I replaced my lifting gloves, but on my last attempt I wound up with a pair of mens’ gloves. This time, I decided to go with the exact same thing to avoid that problem. Yeah — anyone else notice how much larger the new gloves are?! They’re so huge that when I tried them on, I accidentally put two of my fingers in one, and I couldn’t figure out for a second why the glove had six fingers. Genius. So much for that… I just don’t understand it! If they’re the same model and the same size, they should be smaller than my old gloves, because those stretched out a lot since I’ve bought them. Hmph.
And now, if you will excuse me, I have a manual to read.
Have a great Monday!
“It is foolish to tear one’s hair in grief, as if sorrow would be made less by baldness.”