Back to work tomorrow… I don’t wanna goooooo. My knee is so much happier when I don’t have to sit at a desk all day!! So is my mind, obviously, but that doesn’t even need to be stated. I’m also going to see my therapist for the first time in three weeks, and I’m wondering why I am doing that… seriously, how is that any different than paying someone to spend time with me?! (A principle which I ardently oppose, by the way.)
Anyway, before the end of weekend blues set in, I — much to my dismay — woke up at 5.00 this morning and could. not. get. back. to. sleep. So I made French toast waffles instead. Might as well do something with the waffles that have been in my freezer for a thousand years.
The exciting trip I was going to take today was nixed in lieu of Amazon last night… so I went to Trader Joe’s instead. Which I would have done anyway, but that’s besides the point. The point is that while I was waiting in line, something caught my eye.
Yes, I knew these existed. But it is soul-crushing to discover an awesome product and then find that I can’t have it, so most of the time, when I assume I can’t have something, I don’t even bother to check whether or not that assumption is correct. Yet here I was standing in line, and this was practically right at eye level, and I started to wonder… what are those tiny letters? Curiousity prompted me to check — and it turns out that I can have these!
I decided they would make good “croutons” for a massive salad.
They were better plain, though. The fabulousness was untainted that way. ;) (They really must be good — my parents liked them, too, which is incredibly shocking.)
And then I tackled the next Veganomicon recipe on my list: the chickpea cutlets. Which would have been fairly simple to make, had my garlic not vanished into thin air, necessitating a supermarket run… times two, since of course the first store I check never has what I need.
Gets a thumbs up from me! I used the oven instead of a fying pan, and while it might have been a bit “chewy,” I kind of like that texture. Too bad I only made one cutlet! And now I have the rest of the can of chickpeas to finish off, so any ideas re: what to do with that are more than welcome.
Meanwhile, I am going to sulk, since I am in an inexplicably crabby mood.
“Hating people is like burning down your own house to get rid of a rat.”
~Henry Emerson Fosdick