I’m guessing it’s back to work again tomorrow… for some inexplicable reason, I suddenly have really crappy cell reception in my room, and so when I got the call re: whether the building will be open tomorrow, it cut off before I actually heard the message! Oh, well. Anyway, I’m not going to get much sleeping done tonight, because I sensed a migraine coming on earlier and so I took two Excedrin Migraine. Pro: I never actually got the headache, because I caught it early enough thanks to the aura. Con: the caffeine in those pills doesn’t let me sleep!!
What better time, then, to tackle the promised pepper post? (Sometimes I outdo myself with the alliteration, seriously.)
I mentioned this stir fry in my last post…
…and the salad which is finally going to accompany me to work tomorrow.
But then I had to get a little more creative, because, well, these peppers were looking a wee bit pathetic to be eating raw. So I found a recipe online that involved both peppers and mushrooms, and made this:
There’s tarragon in there, too. I didn’t think I liked tarragon, but it’s actually really good! Oh, and peanut oil. Ulp.
After that, I had just a few peppers left, so I used them this morning to make an omelet.
I just have to show you this entire plate, because it looks like a face, and I am so easily amused that I find it rather hysterical.
Those eyes are a whole wheat English muffin with sugar-free blackberry preserves.
Remember when I first found whole wheat English muffins I can eat? Yeah, these are way better. I can’t always have them, though…
They need to have that sticker on the package. I pounced on this when I saw it, even though I don’t particularly need English muffins; I have two in my freezer!! Oh, well.
My mom and I went to a jeweler today to see if we could find a birthday present for my sister. The magpie in me was delighted: shiny things! As it turns out, I can be prone to having expensive taste in jewelry. Sucks, because we couldn’t get what I really wanted to get. (Yeah, I know it’s not for me — but I know my sister’s taste in such things, and my mom doesn’t, which is why I had to go along.)
And on the way home, I snapped this photo.
That’s the alley behind my house; in other words, there is no way my car is coming out of the garage anytime soon. This is doubly tragic. First, because I need Snapple. Second, because I was supposed to go to see my nutritionist tomorrow, but I guess that won’t be happening. Just like I missed my acupuncture and swimming today. At least the gym was open…
And would someone please explain what the hell is going on here?!
I would love to know how that happened.
Before this storm hit (or, while it was in its infancy), I made black bean brownies, using a recipe I found online.
To be honest, when I first tasted this, I did not like it at all. It was too odd… I could detect both the cocoa and the black beans, and black beans with chocolate chips?! Well, that was just too weird for me. I stuck the pan in the fridge with the intention of giving it to my brother (I made it sugar-free for that purpose), but I didn’t feel like trekking over to his apartment in this weather, so I grudgingly gave it another shot.
That’s a small piece, toasted and “crumbled” over vanilla yogurt. It’s kind of hard to really crumble this, since it’s not exactly very “cakey” … but it’s not “fudgy,” either. It’s very strange. But in a weird way, I kind of like it. So long as I’m not expecting it to taste like a brownie. (Which, by the way, I had never had in my life prior to going IP, and I haven’t had one since.)
There was a turban squash sitting on my counter that was starting to turn… aren’t these things supposed to last for months?! Anyway, I’m always up for trying a new-to-me winter squash.
Nickel for size comparison purposes. As is always the case, I don’t think the skin of this is supposed to be eaten, but it was a pain in the ass to peel it and so I didn’t bother.
Delicious. But the skin is definitely not supposed to be eaten. 😉
This is neither here nor there, but I found this photo from a few days back… it’s for Kelsey!
And now it is high time I shut up, so I will. Even though verbal vomit would be nice. Did I mention that my therapist is stuck in Florida? Ha.
Happy Hump Day!
“The biggest liar in the world is They Say.”