I WANT to blog, write about what's happening, how I feel about it, draw crazy conclusions and foist them upon you. But I'm just so doggone tired and by the time I get home from work my brain has checked out and gone to it's (secret) home too. Somebody tell me if you find out where it lives during it's off hours. I mean - I can tell you what my cats are doing, and how badly my house needs cleaning, and how I'm going to try the newest HEALTHY diet thing (CHIA SEEDS!) but really, who cares?
Since coming here to write this evening was without a plan or thought in my head I will leave you with this:
Because you know, I DO tend to over-share. File this under - nonsense.
I was asleep on the couch and woke with a start. I quickly glanced to my right at the clock and was all "holy
crap! 7:45! I'm supposed to be walking out the door right now - I am gonna be SO late!" I was about to fly from the couch like a ninja (heh) but first glanced in the other direction out the window - dark. Registering ... night. Wait. It's not morning, it's evening. I'm not late for work at all. However, I may have had a small heart attack instead. Sheesh.
I think I'm pretty jaded about some things, and have pretty much concluded that this kind of love is so rare that very few ever experience it. Maybe that's why it moves me so - when I see it. The real deal.
.. I always feel bad when I have Maxine Monday posts back to back. I just haven't had a whole lot going
on. Tired all the time, and I know it's because of my diet, too many carbs and too much sugar. Puts me to sleep, literally.
This weekend I made quinoa with spinach, garlic and feta cheese. Made cauliflower mashed "potatoes" and baked chicken. Definitely not a cook but every once in a while I have the urge. Usually it's not quite as healthy.
Ended up changing my mind about the cauliflower recipe and had egg whites leftover so I decided to try my hand at meringue cookies.
Turns out I was supposed to whip the meringue for 15 minutes or longer until it was stiff - heh - I didn't. The recipe just said to whip until stiff - after 7 or 8 minutes, I thought hell - I guess I'm calling this stiff because I cannot imagine having to whip it longer. Guess I should have read up a bit before I made them but it was a spur of the moment decision.
What they really looked like.
When they were done - I asked my son if he wanted to try one of my skinny white hockey pucks and after doing so his review was - "tastes like what I imagine paint chips taste like. But thicker. But probably with the same lead content."