I Hear You Loud And Clear!!

Times change, you get older, you get yelled at by your body.  I don't feel any different than I did at 21, so why all the ruckus?

I have a list of recipes I want to make for dinner, including butternut squash soup, a hominy bake, bog (chicken, sausage, rice), shrimp paella and artichoke pasta.  Unfortunately, I don't have all the ingredients for any of them.  I make list after list, but somehow things don't get in my basket.

So yesterday, I tried out something I saw on TV.  Baked chicken and grits.  I've never cooked grits before and now I know why.  It's not exactly the most appetizing thing on the plate (notice a REAL plate).

Unfortunately, Nancy has been a bad girl.  I had two chocolate covered oreos, a hot dog, leftover ugly steak, a tamale and flan, all in the same day.  Do you see a recurring theme?  Maybe high doses of FAT?  In the old days, it would matter not how much half and half and cheese I used in those grits.  The baked chicken was delicious ... dipped in mustard (yup, yellow mustard) and panko along with garlic and thyme.  I have to say the grits were amazing, creamy and tasty, but too much like baby food.  I should have kept my thoughts to myself.

Within 20 minutes of eating, I felt the pain of bad decisions.  After an hour, I checked the route to the hospital and wondered if I could make the drive.  I tried every conceivable position on the couch to relieve what felt like a steel toed boot in my side.  Okay ... OKAY!!!  I hear you loud and clear.  NO MORE FAT!!  Geez ..................

Finally, about 11:00 I hit the bed for a restless night.  The good news is I did NOT have to drive to the hospital and this morning I feel MUCH better.  I got the message ... but it's really hard to open the fridge and find something edible that does not contain the F word.  So it's chicken and veggies for me ... anyone want a package of hot dogs, some sausage and a carton of heavy cream??

I was a sewing fiend yesterday before I got yelled at, finishing several more pillow cases while kicking the ball under the table for Cooper.

I even went so far as to sew all the rows of this one together.  Since that cutting error, I found the same material on line, only to be notified they are out of stock and it will take 3 weeks to get it in.  In the meantime, I'm checking out all my sources for an acceptable substitute.  

I learned my lesson ... the couch is my friend, the F word is not.  That's where I'll be spending my NO FAT day!