( 31 Days )

Day 6: talk about food this year

I don't know that I have anything to say about food. I love to hear about food from people who really love it, but that is not me. If I could switch over to pills and get all my sustenance, I would be fine. I don't enjoy cooking, I could eat the same thing every day and I would be fine.

That being said, I have had some delicious meals this year. A friend of ours is Hawaiian and used to own a Hawaiian restaurant here locally; she threw a giant party for the birthday of one of her grandsons, and the food was amazing. My grad school bffs and I ate our way through Memphis, which was a great time. I've had delicious alcoholic drinks in St Louis, Chicago, and Memphis, as well as here at the house. The two Thanksgiving dinners we had were fantastic. We've had a bunch of spicy deer sausage from Sister T's boyfriend, and it was great. I've found a sugar cookie recipe that will work for some of my art food plans this month, and Nephew was thrilled with the test run. Once a week or so J and I have dinner with friends at a little brew pub, and once a month they have a special burger, and those have been ridiculous but pretty great.

I'd much rather hear you guys talk about food. Tell me your favorite things?

Usually I don't start on the caffeine until 10:30 or so, when I have a mid-morning snack and a diet Dr. Pepper. Up until that point I drink ice water (and I drink it after, too, but exclusively up until then). Today, not so much. By 8:30 I had tea brewing, and an ice cold can of diet Dr. Pepper on my desk. I've since finished my cup of tea (cranberry blood orange, which is my new favorite, I think), another glass of ice water, and part of the diet Dr. Pepper. I also had a chocolate chip cookie, because this place is horrible about food. All we do is eat or talk about what we're going to eat. Last week it was the guys making waffles and sausage biscuits and what-not in the morning; today they brought homemade chocolate chip cookies, donuts, and homemade seven layer dip.

It's snowing today, so I'm layered, but I also realize I have lost enough weight I can no longer wear my favorite hooded long-sleeve t-shirts to work without another shirt. They have v-shaped necks and they just dip too low now. (Well, okay, I can no longer wear them to work without another shirt. I can probably still wear them out.) The last time it snowed, months ago, I layered more than this (three shirts); today I am only wearing two long-sleeve t-shirts, but I am back to the two coats (light jean jacket and leather motorcycle jacket), and I wear the jean jacket throughout the day because I get cold easy here.

(I've just started my second cup of tea--blueberry this time.)

I hate snow. Have I mentioned that lately? Hate it, hate it, hate it. I will move somewhere with no snow someday. Just Monday I was so excited because when I left work I could still see the sun. Now there is no sun at all. I need the sun.

I forgot my gym bag at home. I'm so exhausted if I go home to get it I'll want to sleep. Maybe I'll lift at home and go to the gym Thursday instead. I couldn't sleep for ages last night, and did not want to get up this morning when my alarm went off. I wasn't doing anything productive, either, just reading my new books. One of them was Empress of the World and I think I will talk about it later today. I expect another shipment of books from Amazon within the next few days.

In addition to my question last night, who is going to Wiscon? (Yes, kphoebe and cabell, I'm pretty sure you two are going, yeah? Well, I know you are, Karen, and I assume you are, Cabell.)

I should maybe go do work. Except all I want to do is put down my head and sleep. I have another of my new books with me (Stealing Princes, the sequel to Pulling Princes), so maybe I'll read that.

The Simpsons episode on now is a Christmas episode, and it is making me want it to be Christmas RIGHT NOW! Of course I still have a ton to do before Thanksgiving, much less Christmas, but I want it. I've only celebrated Christmas for a few years now, and each year I add something new, and each year I love it more. I need to start thinking about decorations and finishing my shopping and wrapping and cards, especially the cards. Sending holiday cards is one thing I've not been able to do to my satisfaction, but I will try to conquer it again this year.

Wanted to rent Blair Witch tonight, and need more diet Dr. Pepper, but can't gather the energy to go back out. I should have stopped on my way home from the gym, but I forgot. I am exhausted now, absolutely exhausted, but I have to write and shower and probably have more for dinner than just carrots and cottage cheese. Except now I'm not hungry, I'm thirsty.

So see? I need to go get more diet Dr. Pepper. Also more water, though it's in the fridge chilling now. Mmmm, water. I have been slightly scattered all day, and it doesn't seem I've made any progress now work is over.

My bed looks so warm and comfortable. I want to go to sleep, but I should write. I want to write, I just want to sleep, too, which is very rare for me. I don't particularly like sleep, I think it's a waste of time.

*yawn* Need movie and soda and to change out of my gym clothes.

My top ten comfort foods, plus honorable mentions.

( Comfort foods are good. )

I have diet dr pepper, iced tea, miniature cookies and cream bars, but dinner will be chicken quesodillas, though I really want a big spinach leaf salad now. The Pacifier is on again in the background while I finish the book I'm reviewing for my next column.

I did go out to shop. I still need plain black pants, black strappy shoes without much of a heel, and new trainers for the Florida trip, along with purple nail polish, polish remover, and tweezers. Five plus stores later, I came home with a six pack of diet dr pepper, a cold bottle of diet dr pepper to drink right away, taco bell, hershey's cookies and cream miniatures, and the new Children of the Red King novel by Jenny Niimo (or something like that, I can't see the author's name from across the room). No pants, no shoes, no toiletries. I have less than two weeks. I've been looking for the pants for over a month. I believe the term "crap" is one to use. That or "absolutely out of luck" when it comes to clothes, at least.

I hate to shop. I hate to shop alone. I used to make J. do most of the grocery shopping and even a lot of my clothes shopping (and sometimes book shopping, because I could just give him a list), but he's off in Utah helping his mother redo her basement. So I had to shop alone.

I'd better get back to reading, and watching Vin Diesel be gorgeous. Don't mind me, my Vin Diesel lust has been high lately. Higher than normal, and I'm not sure why, but I'm not going to complain.