Poor man's beef stroganoff: Ground beef with sour cream beef gravy (with personal touches) served over pasta.
For them.
I'll be asking for a BLT when hubby gets home from work. If I can stay awake that late, I may get it. Otherwise, I will wander downstairs around eleven or so in my sleep and make a hotdog.
We only call it supper if we are visiting my Dad, and had lunch around two. You'd think that would mean supper is at a late hour, like 8, but Dad always wants to have the last meal around 6.
I may be totally out of line, I'll admit that, but I think Caps objects to sexual references in my posts. Like it grosses him out or offends him in some way.
I could be reading too much into it, I admit. Just the vibe I get these past couple weeks. Maybe I'm crazy. That's more plausible.
I love you, Tam. I miss you. But that could be the wine talking.
No, I love you. In a . kind of way.
I went to this European Deli that is in walking distance to the office today. Not generally food adventurous, this was a big step for me.
They had some many fun things to look at. I ended up getting 2 potato pierogies... only they were bread not pasta (like I am used to) and it was spelled like "pierkoshgie" or something. I also got mushrooms stuffed with chicken and cheese and a crab salad. IT HAD VEGETABLES IN IT AND I ATE IT!
I know, right? Overall, I have to say it was a fun lunch adventure.
Hah! Squid: I didn't eat all day yesterday either (no preps, supervision duty at lunch and recess, plus I forgot to bring anything) and then when I got home I scarfed down the leftover spaghetti squash.
Tonight my husband says we are having donairs. Very spooky if you are too.
I know it won't have anything "white" in it - not doing Atkins, but totally avoiding all starchy carbs for a while. That plus the walking to/from work, the situps and the pushups have added up to about 9 pounds dropped in just over two weeks. Only 13 pounds to "Optimal Courting the Mermaid Squid" level! Six to "solidly within BMI range of healthy and easier to maintain." So if that anon meant me when they said fatass - it ain't true no more! Not that it ever was, I don't store fat in my ass even at the heaviest I've ever been. I get that belly/tire wonderfulness.
The leftovers last night were totally fantastic. Spaghetti squash totally fools my brain into thinking it's actual pasta. Fooled Adelaide too!
I'm spoiled since the Mermaid stopped working and became a housewife.
I hear ya, Squid. Since I stopped working, I am cooking every night, and we have cut WAY back on going out to eat. As a result, we have all lost some poundage. Scott's down over 20 pounds! No more eating candy out of people's candy dishes, no more overpriced lunches with chips. I roast onions and brussel sprouts, steam artichokes and bake panko breaded tilapia filets. I'm really enjoying staying at home, and my family is healthier for it!
I never had supper in my life. Only dinner.
I always thought supper sounded better and funner though. Maybe that goes back to my Little House on the Prairie-watching days. Their suppers always looked good and always made me hungry.
Yes, I watched that show! Okay???
Tonight for me it's a barley, hops and yeast mixture, and then whatever I happen to find in the fridge or freezer to cook up.
The Squid thing is actually a pretty good way to do it. Whenever I can manage doing that I always feel really good all day and also the next. My problem is that I all too often eat like a prisoner at breakfast and/or lunch (meaning I totally skip one or both), and then eat like a crazed drunken pig at dinner time and have crazy nightmares all night long.
And Bark?.... dinner before lunch? That seriously falls into the realm of mass mayhem and dogs and cats spooning together. Interesting, though, to hear how other people do the meal thing.
In my world your dinner would be my lunch, your supper would be my dinner, and that thing in between would be my linner. Or in your language, sinner.
Or maybe dupper.