Couch Cubicle

Tonight for dinner I made a take on this goat cheese zucchini pasta by adding shrimp:

Much better with shrimp, I have to say.  I’m not sure what isn’t better with shrimp actually.  The last time I made it, it was a little too much with all the cheese, but the shrimp balanced it out a little better.  If you like goat cheese, you should definitely try this.  It’s like fettucini alfredo.  Except it won’t kill you, which kind of makes it better. I think it would be good with broccoli and sun dried tomatoes and the possibilities are endless, really.

Before dinner I accidentally had a handful of Sun Chips.  No photo, sorry.  I was going to go back and do a little reenactment, but I was scared I’d eat that handful, too.  Damn those chips.

I’ll probably have an ice cream sandwich in a few minutes.  As for the rest of the night, I’ll be working on keeping my fingers out of the jam.  I am pretty sure it cast some sort of weird spell over me.

When we went grocery shopping last night, I bought my favorite kind of strawberry jam:

This stuff is so good.  It’s kind of a problem.  I keep sticking a spoon into it, and sometimes my finger, and okay, maybe my tongue.

Just once though.  I swear.

I usually don’t buy it because I try to stick to the pure fruit varieties and this kind has some sugar, but last night I thought I deserved a treat because, you know, I nearly starved all day.

So this afternoon I mixed some into my yogurt:

Just like a tablespoon or four.

I’ve also been eating these all day:

So you would think I’d be a little strawberried out, but no.  Not happening.

We went and got some groceries when Chris got home from work, thank god, and I made taco salads:

It looks huge, I know. That’s because it is.  I ate it all.  It has a black bean/cumin/chili powder/cayenne mixture, lots of lettuce, bell peppers, corn, cheddar cheese, avocado, tomatoes, red onions, salsa, lime juice and Trader Joe’s white corn chips, which are very cleverly shaped like long boards.  Chris’s also had the added bonus of a tupperware lid at the bottom of his bowl.  How I didn’t notice it was there, I have no idea, but luckily it was rather large so he didn’t choke.

After, I had an ice cream sandwich:

I haven’t had time to run to the store, so I had to have another smoothie for lunch.  I like smoothies, so it’s okay.  But I think I should probably have a dinner that involves vegetables and perhaps not peanut butter and banana.  Maybe even solid food, we’ll see.  I’ll do my best.

As for this afternoon, I found some Kashi Mediterranean crackers that I bought approximately seven years ago.  They were in the back of the cabinet for a reason, but there was also some scallion cream cheese leftover from bagels this weekend.  I creatively put the two together and produced a pretty tasty little snack - I almost didn’t notice that the crackers were stale:

I love scallion cream cheese.  In college I used to dip Wheat Thins in cream cheese all the time.  And then I’d have like 42 cookies and possibly a forty or two.  Those were the days.

Anyway.  This post is a little late because my cable and Internet went out and I had to spend 25 minutes on the phone with a very smart man from Time Warner Cable who told me that the only person in Brooklyn who has a Time Warner account is named Paul.  I am serious about this.  I almost lost my mind.  I eventually was forced to tell him that there was something very wrong with him and that I was in danger of screaming if he didn’t transfer me to someone else.   He then put me on hold and - shock! - managed to turn up an account with Chris’s name on it after all.

I am pretty sure I am still hungover from Saturday night.  This morning I manged to get out of bed in time for spinning, but then I came home, sat on the couch, and the next thing I knew my phone was ringing and it was 8:45.  So now I have a sore neck to complement my headache.  It’s lovely, really.

We also have no food.  I really mean it.  I could hardly fall asleep last night because I kept wondering how I was going to survive today on a single pear.   Luckily, we do have coffee:

I also managed to scrape together a rather weak smoothie for breakfast.

Well, not really.  I’m off to a bachelorette party for the weekend, though, which means I’ll be drinking a lot of this:

And eating a lot of this:

I named this picture “sorrymom.”

The coffee from home was a good idea while it lasted.

I think I figured this little issue out.  Or at least a very nice man named Andrew in support did.  Apparently I have to start naming my pictures.

Sigh.  It’s a whole additional step that I’m just not that interested in taking on, but I guess I’ll manage.

The first picture I have for you tonight is titled “peanutnoodles:”

It is actually cold sesame noodles.  See, I already screwed up. But check out this “tofucloseup:”

See that crispy exterior?  I am getting better.  I think my new trick is slicing it super thinly and cooking it in a really hot pan.

And finally, we have “edys:”

It’s a cookies and cream bar.  I eat these a lot, so I’m going to have to get creative here.   I have a feeling wine is going to be another problem area.  Which reminds me - I’m drinking some right now.

This afternoon I took advantage of the goat cheese we have in the fridge and made myself some cheese, fig jam, and crackers for a snack:

This is my new favorite thing ever.

In other news, today marks the second time that someone has asked me if Jack is a dingo.  I don’t understand this.  People don’t have dingos.  They are wild animals, for God’s sake.  It’s like asking someone if their very fat cat is actually a tiger.

And yes, okay, maybe someone, somewhere does have a little pet dingo.  I know that people have been found with alligators and all kinds of other craziness in Manhattan, so it happens.  And I know that there is some kind of American dingo that is an actual pet.

But that’s not what they mean.  They think that Chris and I went to Australia and illegally imported a dingo because we were just completely unsatisfied with the forty gazillion kinds of dogs you can get legally right here.  And then, we brought it to Brooklyn and tamed it.

Trust me, it was hard enough getting to the shelter on Long Island and back without a car.  Also, Jack is plenty wild, thanks.  I have no need for an actual wild animal in my life.

But to be honest, I didn’t even know much about dingos, so I did a little googling before I wrote this post and found this:

And now I’m thinking I might need one of these things.  How cute is he?  He’s already replaced Jack as my new desktop picture.

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A NOTE:  One of two things is happening with this blog.  Either I am cracking up (possible) or WordPress is stupid.  This is why I say I ate one thing, but you are seeing something else.  For some reason, the pictures are getting switched after I hit publish.  I asked support yesterday and they said it is a “caching problem.”  I don’t know what this means.  If anyone understands where I might find my “cache” and why it is broken, I would appreciate some insight.  Thanks!

I have decided that I am going to be one of those people who drinks seltzer.  Because let’s face it, there are two kinds of people in this world, people who drink seltzer and people who drink plain old tap water.  I’m crossing over.  I’m going to start saying things like, “Sparkling, please” in restaurants and then ducking Chris’s glare when the bill comes and my water alone cost us $9.

No.  I’m not.  Seltzer comes in bottles and bottles are bad for the environment.  Our recycling cans are always overflowing by the time trash day rolls around as it is.  Also, I enjoy a good glass of tap water.

But, we had this bottle of black cherry seltzer in the fridge and I decided to drink it this afternoon:

Normally I mix it with vodka, which is why we had it, but not on a Tuesday afternoon.  Thursday, maybe.

I also consumed what may have been a pound of strawberries:

I buy fruit in large quantities, ration it for fear of running out, and then have to scarf it down in one sitting before it goes bad.  Unfortunately, fruit isn’t that filling to me, so about an hour after I ate this I was hungry again:

Plain yogurt with walnuts and peanut butter/chocolate chips.  Yeah.  Never should have bought those.