It's Mardi Gras. Fat Tuesday. Shrove Tuesday. The last day to stuff ourselves before giving it all up.
Give what up? Every day is Fat Tuesday at my house. Just ask my Wii. It burps a startled "ohh" each time I step onto the balance board. But this is no deterrent.
Yesterday, I made extra fluffy buttermilk pancakes with a massive side o' bacon. Forgot to pick up juice during that grocery store jaunt on the weekend, so I had a cup of chai instead. For good measure, I put blueberries into the mix. How's that for fulfilling the daily serving of fruit requirement?
And today? I had a yogurt and banana, swallowed a handful of vitamins and tried to eat a shrunken clementine -- those suckers are hard to peel when they're old -- for breakfast. A mixed green salad with roasted chicken and cherry tomatoes was my lunch, and dinner consisted of maple glazed salmon and wasabi-laced soba noodles.
Yes, Monday probably should have been my Tuesday, and Tuesday could have been my Friday, and tomorrow I was thinking of making a stroganoff using some leftover turkey balls. Hee hee. I said turkey balls.
Whatever the day of the week, food is always welcome in our home. In fact, the more the merrier!
Give what up? Every day is Fat Tuesday at my house. Just ask my Wii. It burps a startled "ohh" each time I step onto the balance board. But this is no deterrent.
Yesterday, I made extra fluffy buttermilk pancakes with a massive side o' bacon. Forgot to pick up juice during that grocery store jaunt on the weekend, so I had a cup of chai instead. For good measure, I put blueberries into the mix. How's that for fulfilling the daily serving of fruit requirement?
And today? I had a yogurt and banana, swallowed a handful of vitamins and tried to eat a shrunken clementine -- those suckers are hard to peel when they're old -- for breakfast. A mixed green salad with roasted chicken and cherry tomatoes was my lunch, and dinner consisted of maple glazed salmon and wasabi-laced soba noodles.
Yes, Monday probably should have been my Tuesday, and Tuesday could have been my Friday, and tomorrow I was thinking of making a stroganoff using some leftover turkey balls. Hee hee. I said turkey balls.
Whatever the day of the week, food is always welcome in our home. In fact, the more the merrier!
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