I’ve come to the conclusion that blogging is akin to talking to myself. That probably makes me crazy. But it’s okay, because I’m crazy anyway, right? (Don’t answer that.)
First, a few reviews.
Peanut butter and jelly granola bars sound awesome, right?!
Well, on the website it says “chewy,” but I don’t remember seeing it on the box… and I believe that granola bars and supposed to be crunchy, so that annoyed me. Besides, it didn’t really taste like either peanut butter or jelly. Considering that I do not need to eat gluten free, and the cost of these is prohibitive, I am fairly certain that it will not be a repeat purchase.
Sharon’s Sorbet, lemon flavor. Not a fan — too icy, and not very much lemon flavor. In fact, it kind of tasted like… crushed ice that had been drizzled with lemon juice.
No sugar added vanilla bean coconut milk ice cream: this was actually pretty good, but the coconut flavor was a little too strong for me. I just get a little happy when I see flecks of vanilla bean in vanilla ice cream, is all. I’m weird.
Yeah, I’ve tried this before, and I was not a fan. But it claims to be “new and improved,” so I wanted to see whether that was true. The verdict?… Yeah, it’s better than I remember it being… but it’s still not my favorite, and it’s still expensive, so whatever.
I’m just not loving anything right now, huh? … Okay, here are a couple of things that I did like.
I am a genius and used the slicing side of the food processor blade instead of the shredding side, but I don’t think it affected the taste any! I made “cheesy” cauliflower, and while I couldn’t tell you whether it tastes like cheesy rice, as I’ve never eaten that in my life, I can tell you that this was really, really good. (P.S. That stuff in the background is the first tofu I’ve eaten since Pesach. Made me very happy indeed.)
Also, I am puzzled.
I added oats to the batter of my banana whey protein pancakes, and it didn’t make any difference at all. The texture and taste were exactly the same as if I hadn’t added the oats. Weird.
So, on Friday a friend and I went for a lovely bike ride… destination: graduation fair! I was glad that she was able to come with me, because otherwise I wouldn’t have ridden my bike. I don’t have a lock, and even if I did, I don’t want to leave my bike because the tires and seat have easy release tabs, so… yeah. Anyway, I picked up my ridiculous cap, gown, and hood… and my silver honors cord.
I could not figure out what to do with this thing. (Brother: Tie it around your neck! Me: And then what, hang myself from the rafters?!) But I guess that’s why we have Google, right?
This week was also the week that I baked challah. I used to do it every week, but I don’t have time for that anymore, so now I just do it the week after Pesach. I tried a different recipe this year… and I actually included the oil.
However, I forgot to include the vital wheat gluten, which, uh, is kind of … vital. Oops. My mom went out and bought challah “just in case,” and because she did that, we have two of these left over — even though they didn’t actually taste bad at all! I think I’m just going to have to throw them out, because last year, we froze the leftovers and threw them out when we were clearing out the freezers before Pesach this year. That kind of makes me mad — it seems like such a waste.
Today was a very busy day… I wanted to go to the team training session, but I have no patience (or, uh, time) to travel an hour and a half each way because of the weekend subway schedules, so…
I think it is absolutely hysterical that this has become my definition of a “short and easy run.” Who am I?! I don’t even recognize myself.
Speaking of which… you know how I complained about my troubles sleeping? Yeah, on Thursday night a monster mosquito feasted on me. I need to wear insect repellent the way I wear deodorant. Though I suppose first I need to buy said insect repellent. Anyway, I didn’t get much sleep on Thursday night, either — even though I had taken a Benadryl for the itching, and that stuff usually knocks me out. So on Friday night, I doubled up on it… and got nine hours. Which is actually not a lot for me on a Friday night, but it was still nice. And then I got three hours on Saturday night, which sucked. It’s kind of driving me crazy.
Anyway, the point of that whole rant? My mom insists that the reason I am having trouble sleeping is because “it is a symptom of anorexia.” Okay, fine. Let’s look at the definition of the word “symptom”:
1. any phenomenon or circumstance accompanying something and serving as evidence of it.
…because this one didn’t even last two hours. La de da.
My professor never answered my email re: what I’m supposed to review for the final exam, so I’m just going to have to go and read all of her mind-numbing notes. Great fun, huh?
I also can’t decide whether I should go biking, swimming, or to the gym tomorrow morning. Decisions, decisions…
“The only difference between a rut and a grave is their dimensions. “