While everyone was out partying it up for New Year’s Eve, I was fast asleep. Because I am an old lady… and also because I am sort unavailable on Friday nights. I must say, though, being asleep was inifinitely more relaxing than what I endured last year on December 31!
Okay, that isn’t entirely true. Because something else happened, too, which kind of sucked. And even though I don’t view myself as a very “secretive” person (despite the secrets my mom inexplicably believes I harbor), I really don’t want to get into it, so you’ll just have to trust me on that one.
A couple of reviews…
This is actually from a couple of weeks back — I think I ate it the day I returned from my vacation! It wasn’t really very good, though… pretty tasteless, and kind of watery. Oh, well. You live, you learn.
And since it’s a weekend and I went to Trader Joe’s yesterday, I picked up a box of these:
While they weren’t anything mind-blowing, they were fairly decent. I’d buy them again if I needed ice cream sandwiches, since they’re about half the price of “name brands” … but why aren’t they available in any other flavor besides chocolate??
I randomly bought this in Trader Joe’s, too.
To be honest, I don’t think they really taste like cinnamon at all. They’re tasty enough — not “addictive” as Trader Joe’s claims, but then again, I’m not exactly a nut-lover — but I feel like the taste of the sugar overrides the cinnamon!
A little under a year ago, I purchased whey protein powder.
This sad little circle of pancakes used up the last of it. (Such a little bit was left, in fact, that I had to supplement with peanut flour and cottage cheese. Hmph.) When I went to buy more, I discovered that the health food store in my neighborhood no longer carries the one-pound tubs, and if I wanted whey protein, I’d need to buy two pounds of it. Considering that it took me nearly a year to get through a single pound… and did I mention that two pounds of protein powder costs nearly $50?! Yeah, needless to say, I am still sans whey protein powder.
I know that I can get it in Whole Foods for, like, $10. But I can’t use that one. I’m hoping to be able to find the one-pound tub elsewhere, which might actually be a possibility, since my dad managed to get the car out of the garage tonight!! Now I just have to beg and plead to be allowed to take it tomorrow. My mom is more of a problem there — because she won’t drive in less-than-perfect conditions, she thinks I ought to be afraid of it, too. Whatever.
Another example of why people like me should not eat foods that are warmer than room temperature:
English muffin, salsa, Daiya. I totally burned my mouth on this. So what do you think I did tonight?
Had it again, of course. Burned my mouth again, of course.
I tell you… I never learn.
It’s been a really long while since I’ve posted a picture like this — these are conch shell earrings that I bought in Mexico, and they are oddly very heavy!
Apologies that this post is sort of discombobulated… partly because my mom just came in to harrass me about the issue I did / didn’t mention above. Rub it in, rub it in. Do you consider yourself a “secretive” person?
And with that, I hope you’ve all had a wonderful New Year’s Day! Happy Sunday…
“I think in terms of the day’s resolutions, not the year’s.”