Before I dive into food, I must admit, I have made no more progress on my nano novel except perhaps a big fight with my (fictional) hero (in my head) about who the heck he is. Also, missed this link yesterday-
Genreality- good, interesting, not happy happy joy joy, group blog by a bunch of writers.
Ok, back to food. Technically, all I ate on the 2nd was half a pint of (ZOMG, tasty) ice cream, which is now gone. You might call it "dinner". The previous meal was just before midnight, and the next one just after.
So, since I'm sure no one wants to read about ice cream (all gone, sob), I'll tell ya about what I ate just *after* midnight.
Right, so I went to the store yesterday. Picked up 3 decent sized sweet potatoes, a lemon, a good sized onion, a bit over a pound of broccoli ($1.47/lb, I think it was), and a box of super cheap store brand mac and cheese.
I was craving it. Craving I tells you.
Was a mistake, btw.
Anyway, I cooked up the box of mac and cheese (with water+tofu+blender for "milk" and oil instead of butter), about 1/2 cup of broccoli chopped into small bits, and another batch of the curried popcorn-tofu stuff.
It was *almost* a real meal. Actually, more like 3... A bit short on veggies, heavy on cheese (ugh, mistake) but very filling.
It actually tried to overflow my plate. I *hate* when the food touches other food. I don't know how many people hate it as much as I do, but I used to have plates with sections in them (yes, like babies eat off of...) that I *loved*. They went with the last roommate. Or maybe to her sister, whose son *also* doesn't like the food to touch.
Anyway, that's why I usually make "one dish" meals. Without the dividers it's tough to keep everything separate.
You should see me at thanks-for-giving, trying to keep each different food in it's own little area, with a nice clear border...
Um... yeah... enough weird food talk for today.
Now, to finish the ($0.34) mac and cheese, and never ever ever buy it again. My head hurts....