Oy. I've got a bloated belly. I ate lunch about 3.5 hours ago, and it still hasn't settled. This happened the last time I ate there. Have I learned? Do I ever? No. Obviously, I am nowhere near the Reasonably Prudent Person. What did I have? Garlic fries. Delicious. But heartburn/indigestion inducing. Oy. I have eaten several Tums (R) so far and it has only settled the stomach a little little bit. But this time, I will remember! Because, obviously, I'm blogging about it and that means this is a FACT which will remain relevant into perpetuity. Last time I had cheese fries. Also delicious and covered with that plastic, liquid nacho cheese. Last time I suffered silently, and without Tums (R). My stomach is not as iron-clad as I would believe it to be. When I was a young whelp, I could eat the most noxious articles any time of day and still be ok. Either that, or I was never wise enough to associate subsequent discomfort with the item ingested. Not very bright. Since law school, my stomach has turned into a fragile lotus blossom of a vessel. Easily damaged, showing signs of distress at every strain, wilting in the sunlight. Stupid stomach. I had a Jasmine Green Tea without bubbles so maybe that contributed something to the overall agitation. Oy. I am never going to regain my appetite again. Such. Nausea. Blah!
Today has been unseasonably hot. No. That's a flat out lie. It's been sunny and warm and I shouldn't be complaining. The sky is clear, the birds are chirping their little feathered pea-brains to no end, my little (big, fat, displeased, opinionated) kitty has been seeking both sun and shelter for her pink tummy, and all the undergraduates are out in their finest daisy-dukes or flippy skirts or scrunchy tube dresses or whatever passes as clothing these days. There is a breeze so the warm air does not stagnate. It is not humid. Just in case, I applied sunscreen to my bare arms, which now have a slightly sticky sensation from the walk up to campus for lunch and back. It is a flipping bea-u-ti-ful day. Sitting in the sun for an hour for the tums-inducing lunch really drained the life-force out of me.
I came home, passed out for 45 minutes. Was woken up by someone. Passed out again. Highlighted some nonsense in the Convisor. Passed out at the table with my head in my arms. All the while waiting for stomach to find a comfortable position and settle-the-frack-down. The prospects of a workout are not looking too good today. Combine that with the horrifying Torts lecture this morning, and I've had a pretty slothful day. It has been a day of sitting and waiting for the butter to come to room temperature. I can feel the atrophy consuming my muscles and all along my spine the same sinister way black mold creeps into the walls of old houses. It is a gradual, inevitable creep, silently yet persistently the mold blossoms in vulnerable locations.
This week is going to be a little different on the baking front. Just a little change in the schedule. I plan on making designer cereal bars today. With chocolate. And a smile alights on my face. Then, since I'm going to be in the City for one extra night, I will make Snickerdoodles before I leave. Or should I make Snickerdoodles now? Do cereal bars tend to dry out? Do they dry out faster than Snickerdoodles? Which one should be made first? Oh, the decisions I am forced to make.
Yesterday, I treated my parents to my homemade flaxmeal pizza. I really like making pizza at home. The toppings are tastier and more generous. Plus I add slightly strange things such as capers (delicious), onions (caramelized and delicious) and emmenthal cheese (mild and delicious). And pepperoni. The crust bakes up perfectly without a pizza stone. The bottom is crisp. The top puffs up and bubbles beautifully. The edges brown to a lovely color. It is probably wise that I do not attempt to use a pizza stone. It would have been a disaster. Oh, and parchment paper is fantastic! Even though the dough stuck to it pre-baking, everything just slid right off afterwards! And I didn't even grease it! Cut down on fat. Trim that waistline. Watch the inches melt off.
The time is 5:40 pm. I have 2 more multiple choice exams to take, 8 more pages to highlight in Convisor and a 30 minute fat-burning workout to complete before I can make my cereal bars. Where does the time go?
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