Why come?
Okay, ignore the perv part of that title, please. Thank you. Now, why did my godmom have to tell me bleu cheese had mold in it?! That's my favorite dressing, like ever, and now? I can't eat it. I mean, I knew the blue probably wasn't good for me, but without knowing, I could pretend, damn it! Now, I can't. And I love steak and bleu cheese salad. Mmmm. *sigh* Why, why does she tell me these things? I like not knowing. Makes it easier to pretend. Of course, I eat mushrooms on my salad, too. So you know, fungus doesn't rate as high as mold, apparently. Well, it did take me like 10 years to eat fungus again. Maybe in a few years, I'll be able to eat bleu cheese again. Of course, I'll be like 35 probably forgotten what it tastes like.
Also, when your little toaster oven (you know the little fake ovens you warm leftovers in) starts vibrating and making noises, you need a new one. I foresee a trip to Walmart's tomorrow. A very necessary one. I wonder how long it's been doing that. Mama tends to not notice those type things. Oops. Unplugging it nearly burned me. Since the plug's behind it.
Also, when your little toaster oven (you know the little fake ovens you warm leftovers in) starts vibrating and making noises, you need a new one. I foresee a trip to Walmart's tomorrow. A very necessary one. I wonder how long it's been doing that. Mama tends to not notice those type things. Oops. Unplugging it nearly burned me. Since the plug's behind it.
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posted by Jessie at
5:25:00 PM
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Ha ha ha ha! Well, I'm a vegetarian, so I get deprived of foods I like ALL the time - for example, I ADORE caesar salad. Adore it. And I have NO idea what they put in it. Until that fateful day when my boyfriend says the dressing has anchovies. Anchovies?! ICK. First of all, back when I used to eat meat, I hated all seafood. Now the smell of it makes me nauseous. So knowing what I know made me so very very sad. Why couldn't he keep his mouth shut? I couldn't eat caesar salad for 6 months. Then I finally succumbed to its yummy goodness.
*grins* I couldn't be a vegetarian. I looked at it very seriously a couple years ago. Until I realized that I really, really like to eat things that went moo, cluck, or oink.
I think your boyfriend and my godmom are out to make our lives miserable. I swear. Because that was just mean of him. It's not like you were eating a newborn. Let you have that love of caesar salad. Which, by the way, is the the best side salad ever. You can't unlearn things, damn it. Why don't people get that?
Moo, cluck, oink? I'm dying of laughter over here.... :) I used to love chicken when I wasn't a veggie - steak, not so much. Chicken, yum. It's funny now, because I smell chicken and my mind goes, "Yummm!", and yet when I try to eat it, my stomach goes, "Woman! What the hell is wrong with you! Take that disgusting thing out of your mouth this minute, or I will throw up on you. I am NOT kidding." As you might imagine, I listen to my stomach all the time. I think it's the old memories of childhood conflicting with my new tastebuds.
Well, don't laugh too hard. Don't wake up the Devil's Spawn. ;)
I like a variety. Nothing like eating the same old boring crap, over and over again. Plus, there's only so many ways you can dress up chicken. I mostly cook the steaks in the house, and pork tenderloin. In fact, we had steak tonight. I woke up at 4pm an was informed that I'd be making dinner. *laugh*
"Woman! What the hell is wrong with you! Take that disgusting thing out of your mouth this minute, or I will throw up on you. I am NOT kidding."
And mine goes, "Lady, where the hell is the meat with this salad? You're gonna be hungry in two hours otherwise." *grins* However, I think you're smart to listen to your stomach. Otherwise, you'll be living at the wrong end of porcelain bowl.
Ha, see, I don't even bother trying to eat enough to fill myself up. I'm always hungry - ALL the time. Seriously, I can't think of one instance where I was SO full I couldn't eat something else. Which is VERY bad for me and my weight. You'd think being a vegetarian would help me maintain a nice, reasonable weight - and you'd be wrong. I'm tipping the scale at 150 and I'm only 5 '2. It's so, so wrong. Damn my perpetually empty tummy.
I'd love to be 150. Damn lack of motivation for exercise. Oh, and I'm half an inch shorter than you. *grins* I usually don't eat until I'm full. I eat until I think I've eaten enough, or in the case with my godmom, to when she finally stops giving me dirty looks for eating small portions at a time. If Mama ain't happy, no one is.
I understand the dirty looks - my family is latino, and latino = lots of food on table, which must be entirely consumed, otherwise you insult the cook. And you don't want to mess with the cook. So I grew up eating HUGE portions (that's maybe why I'm hungry all the time - my tummy stretched out a lot back when I was really young). Now they're all overweight and complaining - I wonder why? But they don't believe in exercise.
Sounds a lot like my family. We're southern, and if you insult a southern cook, you're in deep trouble. Be prepared for some serious week long poutings and barbs like "Well, you didn't eat what I cooked last time..." even though you've eaten a portion of it. It's not like I want her cook enough food for a frat house. Even now, you have to be prepared to eat two portions, or to eat the meal again at like midnight.
One day, when my energy comes back, I'll exercise. One day. Right now I find it a plus when I manage to get up and do errands.
My mom once made one of her common meat/potato/veggie casseroles, but this time it was really good. I couldn't stop telling her how good it was. I wanted to know what she had done different.
"No," she said, "you really don't wanna know."
But it was really good, and I assured her that nothing she could say would make me like it less.
So, she told me she didn't have any ground beef, and she had used deer meat instead.
Huh.
I couldn't eat another bite.
Oh, god. DEER?! As in, "A deer, a female deer." Oh, gross. *shudders* Pretty much ruined that idea for making it at home, huh?
There's definitely some sick, twisted pleasure in telling someone that something they love to eat is somehow disgusting. LOL!
Now, see, that's just mean. *sighs* I eat thousand island because it's what my mama stocks, and bleu cheese in a bottle isn't good.
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