Observations of the day -
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kyburgI like egg salad sandwiches more than I should. That, and grilled cheese? Default meals - particularly if I want comfort food. I'm looking forward to breaking into the "asian" canned tuna I got in the lucky bags this holiday - the cans are smalled, the flake is smaller and it's a brand I've never seen before.
I also love tuna fish sandwiches, but I'm a purist. Tuna and mayo. Period. Maybe a little black pepper. Put on just about any kind of bread you've got around. Even saltine crackers on the side, if the bread has gone south.
I must be doing something - last time I stepped on the scale was when I got back from Australia, and I did it again this morning just for the heck of it.
I've lost over five pounds. That's Thanksgiving, Christmas, New Years and a whole lotta sicky foofoo. I admit it - I ate whatever looked good and tossed the measuring cups and spoons. That also includes a whole lot more fast food than usual, too.
I was busier, more stressed and sick. No measurable exercise, not even DDR. Slept a whole lot.
I guess I'm not a stress eater. You know, with the amount of addictive behaviors found in my family tree, I expect to see something of the kind in my chart and I keep getting reminded that this particular issue doesn't appear in mine. I have more alcohol than any reasonable person should keep on hand - and there it sits on the shelf. The cupboards are so full I'm going to have to go through them and clean out the stuff we haven't used in a year. (Both Jim and I grew up hungry, it shows in our buying habits.) No "recreational" drugs. (Frankly, the idea of modifying my perceptions that way scares me. No.)
I don't get the headaches (Jim does, but medication does a good job on them), the body aches (although I'm noticing I get a bit stiffer than I used to be if I'm in one position for a long time) or chronic pain issues (my back has never gone out on me, my knees love me and even my rotten ankles have gotten with the program now that I'm older). I have a buttload of allergies - none of them life-threatening, and a good dose of Benadryl takes care of the worse flares. The rest? Nuisances. The Christmas tree this year, for example. Contact dermatitis - that lasted twenty minutes after contact and faded without any further treatment. Achoo. Blow. Repeat. Eh.
I'd point to my spending habits for failings, but even I don't spend a lot of money on anything - maybe entertainment, but still. Anyone who's seen my wardrobe knows I haven't replaced anything for years - I think I bought one outfit all of last year, and one pair of black pants for a funeral. The underwear is so unsexay, it hurts. It's at least fifteen years old, was old granny cotton style when they were new and just don't get any more attention from me other than the question of whether they're clean or not.
How utterly boring.
No, I don't do anything really out of the ordinary to keep things this low-level. Outside of some pretty stringent routines to keep things up at home and keep things put where either of us can find them (St. Anthony gets a lot of work around here, otherwise) -
But make me idle, and I'll go nuts. Everyone talks about heaven being like sleeping forever, and that sounds like hell to me. I want things to do - things to build, things to interact with. Is that compulsive or what? Got a book to read? I can play games on my cell phone now, and that's dandy.
My mind is always in motion, short of when I sleep (and no, no trouble here either. Mom reports I was much the same when a tot - I'm tired, I sleep. Period.) - I think one person has noticed how fast I jump from one subject to the other, or can - most of the time, I gage what I bring to the conversation by listening to everyone else first. But if you look closely, I'm listening to you, weighing that - and might be somewhere else at the same time. I'm still very programmed to think ahead to the next meal, as in where and what - that's what 15 years with a Type I diabetic will do, and it serves me well with someone who develops migraines when his blood sugar drops too low.
Details? A specialty. Good thing my job demands it - I think that's why I'm doing so well in this discipline. I used to do trade shows and that was always so much fun. Where, Who, What and How Much? I call them territorial imperatives, and I do it every where I go. (Where's the food? Where's the sleeping place? Got gas for the transportation? Okay. Good. What's next?)
Welcome to my sense of safety. As I'm fond of saying, it's very hard to hit a moving target.
But I like egg salad sandwiches more than I should - all that cholesterol and stuff.
I also love tuna fish sandwiches, but I'm a purist. Tuna and mayo. Period. Maybe a little black pepper. Put on just about any kind of bread you've got around. Even saltine crackers on the side, if the bread has gone south.
I must be doing something - last time I stepped on the scale was when I got back from Australia, and I did it again this morning just for the heck of it.
I've lost over five pounds. That's Thanksgiving, Christmas, New Years and a whole lotta sicky foofoo. I admit it - I ate whatever looked good and tossed the measuring cups and spoons. That also includes a whole lot more fast food than usual, too.
I was busier, more stressed and sick. No measurable exercise, not even DDR. Slept a whole lot.
I guess I'm not a stress eater. You know, with the amount of addictive behaviors found in my family tree, I expect to see something of the kind in my chart and I keep getting reminded that this particular issue doesn't appear in mine. I have more alcohol than any reasonable person should keep on hand - and there it sits on the shelf. The cupboards are so full I'm going to have to go through them and clean out the stuff we haven't used in a year. (Both Jim and I grew up hungry, it shows in our buying habits.) No "recreational" drugs. (Frankly, the idea of modifying my perceptions that way scares me. No.)
I don't get the headaches (Jim does, but medication does a good job on them), the body aches (although I'm noticing I get a bit stiffer than I used to be if I'm in one position for a long time) or chronic pain issues (my back has never gone out on me, my knees love me and even my rotten ankles have gotten with the program now that I'm older). I have a buttload of allergies - none of them life-threatening, and a good dose of Benadryl takes care of the worse flares. The rest? Nuisances. The Christmas tree this year, for example. Contact dermatitis - that lasted twenty minutes after contact and faded without any further treatment. Achoo. Blow. Repeat. Eh.
I'd point to my spending habits for failings, but even I don't spend a lot of money on anything - maybe entertainment, but still. Anyone who's seen my wardrobe knows I haven't replaced anything for years - I think I bought one outfit all of last year, and one pair of black pants for a funeral. The underwear is so unsexay, it hurts. It's at least fifteen years old, was old granny cotton style when they were new and just don't get any more attention from me other than the question of whether they're clean or not.
How utterly boring.
No, I don't do anything really out of the ordinary to keep things this low-level. Outside of some pretty stringent routines to keep things up at home and keep things put where either of us can find them (St. Anthony gets a lot of work around here, otherwise) -
But make me idle, and I'll go nuts. Everyone talks about heaven being like sleeping forever, and that sounds like hell to me. I want things to do - things to build, things to interact with. Is that compulsive or what? Got a book to read? I can play games on my cell phone now, and that's dandy.
My mind is always in motion, short of when I sleep (and no, no trouble here either. Mom reports I was much the same when a tot - I'm tired, I sleep. Period.) - I think one person has noticed how fast I jump from one subject to the other, or can - most of the time, I gage what I bring to the conversation by listening to everyone else first. But if you look closely, I'm listening to you, weighing that - and might be somewhere else at the same time. I'm still very programmed to think ahead to the next meal, as in where and what - that's what 15 years with a Type I diabetic will do, and it serves me well with someone who develops migraines when his blood sugar drops too low.
Details? A specialty. Good thing my job demands it - I think that's why I'm doing so well in this discipline. I used to do trade shows and that was always so much fun. Where, Who, What and How Much? I call them territorial imperatives, and I do it every where I go. (Where's the food? Where's the sleeping place? Got gas for the transportation? Okay. Good. What's next?)
Welcome to my sense of safety. As I'm fond of saying, it's very hard to hit a moving target.
But I like egg salad sandwiches more than I should - all that cholesterol and stuff.
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Date: 2006-01-04 10:43 pm (UTC)Meh, you are a spiney bug, we RAWK!
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Date: 2006-01-04 11:51 pm (UTC)However, that incessant business, that really pokey/prying investigative trait? All Scorpio - and I share it with a lot of my oldest friends, and we laugh all November long.
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Date: 2006-01-04 10:46 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2006-01-04 11:02 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2006-01-04 11:48 pm (UTC)Take some homemade zopf bread (it's a Swiss, Friday-only white bread. Dense, not very sweet, with a chewy crust. It comes either as a braid or in a slashed round), slice thick.
Take some provolone, some muenster and add some greyere and emmentaler for interest. Butter all the sides of the bread, layer on the the cheeses, and sprinkle some parmesan or St. Gallen herbkase on it before adding some grilled onions tossed with a teeny bit of red wine vinegar onboard, then slapping the two sides together, grill in a George Foreman until melty and golden brown.
Serve with a really good soup.
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Date: 2006-01-04 11:53 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-01-05 01:40 am (UTC)So what qualifies as a really good soup?
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Date: 2006-01-05 03:22 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-01-04 11:07 pm (UTC)What kind of grilled cheese? I'm kinda a purist with those. Everybody I know seems to love grilled cheddar sandwiches, and (although I usually like cheddar) I just can't stand them. For me, it has to be American cheese, or better yet, government cheese, on white bread. Mmmm.. now I want one of those too.
Some time back I put a lot of effort into developing my own recipe for the best tuna salad sandwich known to man (in my opinion, at least). Ironically, I almost never seem to make it, though. I really should do that more too.
Darn you for making me think about all of this! Especially since I skipped lunch today..
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Date: 2006-01-04 11:49 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-01-05 12:21 am (UTC)So it's sorta ironic that in later years I would come to settle on government cheese on white bread as my favorite form of the genre.. no nostalgia value whatsoever, so it must just taste good..
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Date: 2006-01-05 12:27 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-01-05 01:07 am (UTC)*stifles* It's horrid. But combined with a good brand of salsa and some microwave time? A truly passable instant party food.
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Date: 2006-01-05 01:42 am (UTC)Egg/Chicken/Tuna salad recipe
Date: 2006-01-04 11:25 pm (UTC)At least, in my kitchen.
Best served with wheat bread.
Re: Egg/Chicken/Tuna salad recipe
Date: 2006-01-04 11:49 pm (UTC)Re: Egg/Chicken/Tuna salad recipe
Date: 2006-01-05 01:43 am (UTC)Hmmm. Pepper in tuna salad. This I gotta try.
Re: Egg/Chicken/Tuna salad recipe
Date: 2006-01-05 03:27 am (UTC)Bread machine like Regal or Hitachi.
Follow instructions for BREAD menu.
1 1/4 c water.
3 tbls. oil
3 tbls. molasses
1 egg
2 1/2 c bread flour
1 c whole wheat flour
1 c salted sunflower seeds
3 tbls sugar
1 1/2 tbls sesame seeds
1 tsp salt
1/2 tsp cumin
2 1/2 tsp dry active yeast.
Huh. Memory played me false - it was molasses, not malt syrup in this one.
You know the drill. Wet stuff, dry stuff on top, yeast on top of all. Let 'er rip.
Does egg salad give you energy???
Date: 2006-01-05 05:53 am (UTC)Re: Does egg salad give you energy???
Date: 2006-01-05 06:15 am (UTC)When it's turned against itself, the anxiety was the killer portion. Even when I'm depressed, I'm hyper. If you can call it that.