If today had been competing in an Olympic trial, on a scale from 1 to 10, it would have been lucky to earn a 3.0 from me.
Having an audience for my eating choices has helped me curb my unhealthy eating habits. Normally, when I have days that make me feel like the dog more than the hydrant, I eat it out. My primary weakness is carbs, followed by carbs and rounded out by… you guessed it… carbs. I’ve never had much of a sweet tooth (as you avid phollowers have probably inferred by now) so we’re talkin’ bread, pasta, milk- stuff like that. Sign me up for a massive soft pretzel with mustard any day of the week.
So today was one of those days, and while I do feel slightly ill hours later, I don’t feel the slightest bit guilty.
When I ordered the Fettucine Pesto at Gino’s, it advertised pine nuts not raw walnuts. Not a big deal for those without food allergies (not that I would know, because if Foodallergylandia was a real place and not just a mythical hell hole in my mind, I would be their High Priestess) but in my world that’s not okay. The icing on the cake was that I was so busy wallowing in my bad day, I had eaten a decent portion of the dish before I noticed. Hooray for that.
Instead of doing what I should have tonight, I went to the grocery store (which was rather overdue). I decided comfort food was the way to go when I found this in the bread aisle (because of course, I was in the bread aisle…) My Gramma used to serve me this exact brand of honey as a kid, and I’d never seen it in a store. It inspired me 🙂
With my spun honey at the ready, I combined the forces of bread, peanut butter and milk to harness the power of phabulous. At home, I even dug out the old juice glass I drank from at Gramma’s. Gotta love the 1970s color palette!
Yes, I went a bit crazy on the peanut butter, but the phull, happy pheeling that resulted made my lame-ass day feel just a little less lame. I think I’ll go watch cartoons now…