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timepiececlockdiet coke consumption: 13 total units, so-so.
alcohol consumption: 0 units, v. bad. Stupid law.
fruit consumption: 6 strawberries, approx. 15 grapes, 1/2 apricot (too smashed), 1/4 avacado, 1 plum. v. good.
calories: what are those? I've gone down a pant size these months anyway some I must be doing something right.
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So I told myself I'd do the dishes.
I'd have to, you see, to cook dinner.
Instead I piled them all in the corner of the counter and told myself I'd do them tomorrow.
When left on my own, I do everything except the dishes. It's a failing of mine.
It's not even the worst chore. And yet, when there's no one aroudn to ask me, I can't bring myself to do it until the last minute when it's absolutely necessary.
I had an excellent dinner though. Too much of it. I always cook too much with stir-fry. I chopped up 2 pork chops into small cubes, and fried those with lots of garlic salt and lemon pepper. In separate pans I also fried yellow squash, broccoli, green beans, red bell pepper, and celery-- all chopped fresh produce.
I added lots of garlic powder, but then couldn't think of what else to add. I know nothing aobut spices except that paprika goes on devilled eggs and garlic goes on everything. So I went through the spice drawer and radomly added cilantro, sage, and one other thing. All I could hear in my head was that song "Parsely, sage, rosemary and thyme..." I looked at the thyme but elected not to add it. We didn't have parsely or rosemary.
There was heavy consideration given to the idea of adding canned stewed tomatoes. This idea was dropped, as it'd likely wipe out all the garlic and hodge-podge of spices already there. Plus, I'd never had tomatoes with pork before and wasn't sure it'd be a good plan.
I poured all the different pans into the same giant pan and let them fry together. I added some lemon juice, fried another minute, and then poured it into a huge bowel and called it dinner. & lunch tomorrow.
One of my better experiments. Stir fry is actually something I'm pretty good at.
Now I can feel the dirty kitchen glaring at me from three rooms over.
alcohol consumption: 0 units, v. bad. Stupid law.
fruit consumption: 6 strawberries, approx. 15 grapes, 1/2 apricot (too smashed), 1/4 avacado, 1 plum. v. good.
calories: what are those? I've gone down a pant size these months anyway some I must be doing something right.
*
So I told myself I'd do the dishes.
I'd have to, you see, to cook dinner.
Instead I piled them all in the corner of the counter and told myself I'd do them tomorrow.
When left on my own, I do everything except the dishes. It's a failing of mine.
It's not even the worst chore. And yet, when there's no one aroudn to ask me, I can't bring myself to do it until the last minute when it's absolutely necessary.
I had an excellent dinner though. Too much of it. I always cook too much with stir-fry. I chopped up 2 pork chops into small cubes, and fried those with lots of garlic salt and lemon pepper. In separate pans I also fried yellow squash, broccoli, green beans, red bell pepper, and celery-- all chopped fresh produce.
I added lots of garlic powder, but then couldn't think of what else to add. I know nothing aobut spices except that paprika goes on devilled eggs and garlic goes on everything. So I went through the spice drawer and radomly added cilantro, sage, and one other thing. All I could hear in my head was that song "Parsely, sage, rosemary and thyme..." I looked at the thyme but elected not to add it. We didn't have parsely or rosemary.
There was heavy consideration given to the idea of adding canned stewed tomatoes. This idea was dropped, as it'd likely wipe out all the garlic and hodge-podge of spices already there. Plus, I'd never had tomatoes with pork before and wasn't sure it'd be a good plan.
I poured all the different pans into the same giant pan and let them fry together. I added some lemon juice, fried another minute, and then poured it into a huge bowel and called it dinner. & lunch tomorrow.
One of my better experiments. Stir fry is actually something I'm pretty good at.
Now I can feel the dirty kitchen glaring at me from three rooms over.
