The adventures in limited foods continue apace, including a rather pitiful realization that candy canes are now verboten. CANDY CANES. Somehow both dramatic and terribly funny. As a result, this unrepentant lover o’candy canes is on the hunt to find the how-can-I-have-December-without-them treats in a non-corn syrup variety.
And hope like heck the taste is worth it (I have faith).
Last week turned into an adventure in “what, this too??” With respect to both food and “food” (such as non-stick spray) items. Everywhere I turned in my diet, one of the blacklisted entities would show up–most commonly corn and soy. Our typical Thanksgiving dinner was…necessarily modified (I still served wheat rolls, but I clearly didn’t eat them or the butter they demand). I called a friend for help in determining what in the world to eat for breakfast, and after lamenting the egg-less existence, she brilliantly pointed out that it was easier to just think morning dinner, rather than remaining stuck in my apparently limited vision of what constitutes breakfast. Or, as another friend put it: “did you eat cold pizza for breakfast in college? Then what’s the problem here?” My friends, they got my back. So, yesterday was Acorn Squash & Homemade Sausage (store-bought that we typically get has corn syrup–I’ve not yet evaluated others). Other options will be Brussels Sprouts & Bacon (the concept of which delights me to no end). Another morning adventure was the every-other-day-smoothie with blackberries and bananas (and spinach. Awesome).
More amusingly, I realized this week that it was easier to cook after a long day than it was to figure out where in the world I an eat out (waaay too much brainpower needed. Brainpower, which notably, is really lacking after 6:50 pm, which is why we kept defaulting to going out in the first place).
So, all three meals are lovingly prepared each day. A process which is not unlike the hell I put myself through when I was avoiding writing my dissertation, only I’m not eyeing the baseboards for deep cleaning and it feels rather more productive. I was June Cleaver with a full-time job and a minivan, dammit. Thank the powers that be that the minivan is gone (I never could live up to that ideal) and that the job has survived me.
In non-candy cane related news, I can report that I slept–like really slept–the other night. I feel asleep quickly and stayed that way in what must be that thing you non-insomniacs call deep sleep. Astounding. Utterly astounding. I assume, since I did nothing physical to warrant such things, that the Magnesium that has been ordered (by the same doc who cut me off from candy canes) is doing it’s thing and helping.
If you happen to have a lead on candy-canes that I can eat (not that I’m obsessing or anything), please let me know.