Tomorrow, which is Thursday and officially two weeks after I went to the mall to get my weight measured at GNC, we are having a family get-together at my sister's place, so not much likelihood of me being able to get to the mall, again, then. Hopefully, I can get there, today, then.
This morning's breakfast is much the same as yesterday: cereal, trail mix, saltines nearby if I want them, an apple, an orange and acv water. Actually, I didn't finish the second bottle, last night, still had about half left, so I am drinking that and then I need to make a new one.
For dinner, probably, we will be eating the stuff I cooked last week and then put in the freezer. It's my infamous, never dies stew mixed with ground beef and rice. Well, today should be the last day of it.
Yesterday, I went to the Sunflower Market, again, for my vegematation. No, that is not a spelling error; just the way I talk, for whatever reason. Anyway ... I went there, and while there, I purchased some buckwheat flour and some cous cous from their bulk foods section. Not really sure the cous cous is a better price than at the regular food store, though. Need to check that, sometime.
Cous cous, I shall have you know, if you don't already, is weird. That's not what I was going to say, when I started that sentence, though. It is, however, and you should know that going in. If you don't like things like grits and cornmeal mush or polenta, you may never get used to it.
People will tell you it's a bit like rice. People are wrong. It kind of reminds me of millet, only less icky. Yes, that's right you millet lovers out there, I said that! I watched a martial arts film where the men were fed millet as an insult and I felt badly for them, as they must have been very humiliated, indeed.
Though, millet is supposed to be good for you, and, I imagine, if you threw it in a stew or something, where you mostly couldn't taste it, it would be okay. Or, maybe you could even get used to the taste. It reminds me of the smell of dog food, though, so I can't see that as happening. Then, again, turmeric reminded me of the smell of wood chips and the horror of sawdust fumes in the throat, and I, once, got used to it.
Cous cous tastes pretty good, and, by taste, is a great substitute for pasta. It feels weird. I decided I kind of like it, though, after having soldiered through with its use, because it was edible and already paid for. Actually, one of the best parts about cous cous is that it is so easy to cook. You can cook up a basic spaghetti sauce, then toss the cous cous in with a little extra water (how much depends on how thick you want the sauce), whirl it around a bit with a spoon, then turn the whole thing off and let it blossom forth. It's lovely!
The buckwheat flour is for the future-intended flat bread baking. I'm getting closer to convincing myself.
I need to really clean the kitchen, though, before I can do much of anything by way of cooking. Since Jordan is gone, most of the time, I think I might just stack some stuff in his room. Then, again, the living room, which should be the dining room, is even closer.
That's my morning ramble.
Kitty came back, so this is the end of my morning ramble. I had to give him some sliced turkey lunch meat, having nothing else ready and waiting for the king of kitties, and while there, I decided to make me a turkey sandwich: two slices of bread, a little mayonnaise and ..uhm.. that stuff that I forget the name of, but, which is spicy, goes with roast beef very well, and ah yes, horseradish sauce, a full roma tomato and three thin slices of turkey lunch meat. It is very moderate, compared to how I usually do meat on a turkey sandwich.
Still haven't eaten most of the other stuff. I will. Now, this is like my breakfast and lunch, methinks.
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