The Great Clustercluck of 2011

As usual, thanks to Peas and Crayons for hosting WIAW.

Yesterday was a whirlwind of activities, baking, cooking, frying, running, bodypumping, general tomfoolery of all sorts. Capturing my meals, was a bit sketchy. They were all things I have made/have had before, save for dinner. Thank.G-d. I already have pictures.

I am the lamest of the lame. Breakfast was a use up of pumpkin I had in the freezer. The cop wants all of the baked goods out of the freezer and for us to replace it with what he feels is really important: meat.

The recipe can be found here and it is so comforting and delicious. Also, if you over toast them you can use them as frisbees. They’re also really easy for your handy underground revolutions, if you simply imprint it with a mockingjay.

Lunch was more of my super healthy, super yummy, high protein macaroni and cheese. OMG is this stuff good. It is so filling and so comforting, you really don’t realize how good you’re being to your body.

Dinner was a clustercluck. Originally, I had offered up my home/kitchen to a close friend whose kitchen is out of comission to use to celebrate Hanukkah. She is a school teacher so of course, at about 2pm their family got sick. I feel so bad for her, being sick on a holiday is the worst. Major bummer. I wasn’t going to let all of the fish and shredded sweet potatoes I made go to waste. I felt like a proper granddaughter of a Southerner as I fried every damn thing I made. (except for the salad-not saying I didn’t think about it)

In the bowl is an apple, feta cheese, tomatoes, scallions, and snap peas.

Fried fish, fried sweet potato latkes, fresh snap peas. With fried fish AND latkes, you need the salad and peas.

Thank sweet, sweet, heavens that after that meal, I got my oil covered ass (that sounded dirtier than I meant it to) to the gym. I needed to sweat and feel ze burn.

I was 3 minutes early to class.

For dessert, I had what I usually crave after a run-dates.

I often have a little mocha after a run as well. Recovery and a pick me up. Don’t judge me. I have a 7 month old and the craziest 3 year old you’ve ever encountered. I NEEDS MY CAFFEINES. I am in love with every minute of my alone time with my dates. I eat them quietly in my car, a lot like how Monica eats her grapes. When I get home, the bag is demolished by the Captain who calls them “big raisins”. Silly fool, I’d already eaten most of them. HA! One point for the Mom.

Today I am baking over 150 cookies. Oh yes, you read that right. 150 cookies. Stay back, and bring me some coffee. If you love me, you’ll add bourbon.

He was eating macaroni by dinosaur flashlight. See all of the stuff behind him on the counter? Wrapping stuff.