11/6/05 sunday. Breakfast. Bananas. Nanas. Nas. I love me some banans, man. Eat 'em and weep. Okay, maybe I should stop blogging for now. My brain's clearly running on empty.
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11/6/05 Sunday. Breakfast. The choices are difficult and endless in my refrigerator. Difficult and endless.
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11/5/05 Saturday. After-dinner. Usually I like to stay away from alcohol, especially whole six-packs of beer. But Mike's Hard Berry is good and it doesn't get me super drunk. Kids, get an adult's supervision before drinking.
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11/5/05 Saturday Dinner. Papa John's. Yeah! Git 'r done! This is a veggie delight or something like that. It seriously took an hour and a half to come, even though the store is two blocks away from us. Is that what happens when you live in the ghetto? Does it have to be this way? It's bad enough I'm scared to walk the two blocks to the store, now the deliveryman can't drive it either?
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11/5/05 Saturday. Lunch. Bought a six-pack today. Drank a six-pack today. Riiiight.
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11/5/05 Saturday. Lunch. I had to take a pic that elevated this soup above all the rest. Progresso. It's progressive. It takes soup to the next level and I mean that. Damn.
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11/5/05 Saturday. Snack. Can you call water a snack? You may think I'm just paying for the label, but even my boyfriend admits he tastes differences between some of the bottled waters. I prefer Fiji, but Evian is a close second.
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11/5/05 Saturday Breakfast. We're a little bit late with washing the dishes at my apartment right now. In fact, I searched all around for a plastic spoon before breaking out the Joy and the sponge to wash this spoon. I really didn't want to. That's why my oatmeal and oj are in styrofoam cups. We have a ridiculous amount of these cups accumulating around the apartment, and inside them, a ridiculous amount of mold is accumulating as well. That's why this morning, after eating, I'm going on a cleaning spree. Maybe it won't be so much of a spree as a mini-spree.
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11/4/05 Friday. Snack. Mmmmm...the brownies I just mentioned.
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11/4/05 Friday Snack. We had a guest, ahem, speaker come to the office today. For his graceful visit, one of the assistants ordered fruit, cake, cookies, brownies and sodas for everyone. I ate a lot of fruit! There was a little line of disgruntled editors and such behind me waiting for the blueberries and stuff.
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11/4/05 Friday Breakfast. This morning when I got to work, there was a bag of candy corn on my chair! Someone had surprised me because all week I was complaining of the neaerby Duane Reade running out of candy corn and I was craving it! All day I tried to quiz people about who might have put this in my chair, and in the end I did find him. Thanks again- you know who you are!
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11/1/05 Tuesday. Lunch. Immediatley after drinking this soda, I regretted it. The carbonation was too much. Too...much...in...stomach! Not to mention the artificial coloring, flavoring, how much the Coca-Cola company can be blamed for the obesity epidemic...I definitely am drinking too much soda.
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11/1/05 Tuesday. Lunch. Another salad just like the one yesterday. Caesar and all.
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11/1/05 Tuesday. Breakfast. My stomach's still stuffed and round and disgusting from last night's big dinner. Breakfast had to be light. And when I go light, I go really light. Light like the air in the French Alps, where Evian is made.
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10/31/05 Monday Dessert. Still at Olive Garden, this is my boyfriend's martini or whatever, and a little bit of his tiramisu in the corner.
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10/31/05 Monday Dessert. Wow. After work my boyfriend and I went to the Olive Garden in Times Square. The intent was to see a movie as well but we ate a four-course meal so we didn't have time. Unfortunately I forgot to take pictures of the artichoke-spinach dip with Tuscan bread, the three types of red wine I tried, or my lasagna entree. I forgot completely in the bliss of eating. But when this dessert of blackberry-raspberry pastry and vanilla ice cream arrived, it looked too good to eat. Then I remembered my camera. Yes, it was as good as it looks.
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10/31/05 Monday Lunch. This was good. Definitely good. The broccoli and lettuce was fresh and good for my, um, bowels. It's usually a chore to eat salad, but today for some reason it came naturally. This one has radishes, mesclun greens, chickpeas, sunflower seeds, tomatoes, broccoli, olives, onions and Caesar dressing. I feel good about myself.
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10/31/05 Monday Breakfast. Once again with the Tropicana. Orange juice is very quickly becoming my new best friend. When I drink it, my whole day becomes brighter. When I talk to the carton, it gives the best advice. No, um, what I really meant to say was that I just simply love oj. The muffin is banana walnut. I'm pretty addicted to this store near my job called Food Merchants. Some of their employees are jerks and I often have to remind them which one of us, and on which side of the counter, is always right. But their muffins, croissants and the like are always fresh. They just run out by, like, 10 a.m.
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10/30/05 Sunday Dinner. This is really bad, but I ate Cocoa Krispies for dinner. Back in my senior year of college, I ate Cocoa Krispies every day for every meal for a number of months, like about 7 months. I seriously ate nothing but Cocoa Krispies. I only drank Fiji water for that same time. This is what I called "the Cocoa Krispies diet" because what resulted was amazing. I went from a size 8 to a size 5, and that's in the same number and wash of Levi's jeans. Because back on my birthday my friend Mitch had stolen me a pair of Levi's that were awesome, and then by graduation, they were way, way too big. So I took them to the Levi's store and asked for the same pair, and much to my astonishment, I was now a size 5. My roommate Cindy was actually doing a whole lot of yoga that year as well, but she didn't lose pants sizes as fast as I did. So, I'm in no way condoning an all-cereal diet, I'm just lettin' ya know what it did for me.
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10/30/05 Sunday Lunch. This is a Philly thing. I need to educate you. Wawa is a higher-quality 7/11. People actually trust their sandwiches and even crave them. Their hoagies are unparalleled! Like, seriously! They're all high-tech in Wawas now, with touch-screen computers on which you create your custom order instead of actually talking to the guy throwing around the meat. Their sandwich-makers wear hair nets, no matter how short their hair is. Get the Italian or Turkey Hoagie on Wheat with mayo. Their mayo is homemade I think, and it's the bomb. Today, I went to Wawa (since I miss them in New York) for macaroni and cheese. I knew in advance what my mom would say when I sat down to eat it. Okay, it does look so nasty that I won't put the picture up here, but it tastes soooooooo good! I love mac 'n cheese by the way. If you make it well, please email me and we can discuss my buying some from you. Seriously.
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10/30/05 Sunday Breakfast. I slept until 1, since being home is the only time you can do that. I awoke to something very uncommon living in New York- birds chirping in the pear tree outside of my bedroom window. Aw...being in the home where you grew up is an unmeasurable gift. And for breakfast, Cheerios with a sliced banana. I find that fruit really makes Cheerios bearable. Much better than white sugar for you, too.
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10/29/05 Saturday Dessert. My mom makes the awesomest chocolate pound cake! It's a family recipe that goes back to my grandma, Lucille. I took back five slices for my boyfriend and I to munch on.
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10/29/05 Saturday Dinner cont'd. This wasn't my cooking, actually. This was my mom's. She makes awesome filet mignons and the best steamed string beans. When I was a kid I hated the string beans though. They are still cruncy and aren't seasoned with anything except their own flavor. Actually, what I used to do is really disgusting. I used to chew them for a while, then when I couldn't swallow them, I'd pretend to go to the bathroom and spit them in the toilet. This I'd do several times during dinner, despite the fact that the whole family was sitting around the table and obviously could hear me. I'm sure they knew what I was doing. We had family dinners my whole life, which was great. Either that, or I'd grab a swig of soda (which wasn't supposed to be allowed until after we finished eating) and wash the string beans down with that. Isn't that gross? But it worked. It's probably why I'm so damn short now, never eating my vegetables.
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10/29/05 Saturday Dinner a home-cooked meal finally! My mom made this amazing filet mignon. I guess I'm spoiled because even though filet mignon is the best part of the cow for steak, I routinely turn this dish down because my mom always makes it. Even better is the filet mignon roast that she makes for Thanksgiving and Christmas on the backyard grill. It's like roast beef but all tender and reddish because of the flames. Mmm. I'm not used to home-cooked meals anymore. Well, that's not true. I occasionally cook for my boyfriend and I want to do it more often, but most of the time he cooks for me. It is awesome of him, but I sometimes feel bad for not being "the girl." I'm not so postmodern that it doesn't bother me.
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10/29/05 Saturday Lunch It was late by the time I got home to Philly, and a French dude riding next to me on the train had to actually wake me up as the train pulled in to the station. While waiting for the 'rents, I grabbed this Auntie Anne's cinnamon pretzel. They claim that their pretzels are not ridiculously full of fat, but I don't believe it at all. Look how much cinnamon is on this! And those empty spots are just where the oil drenched the cinnamon crystals. Ew! But it does taste good.
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10/29/05 Saturday Breakfast Well, on my way to the subway there is a tempting and devilish Dunkin' Donuts where I picked up this cinnamon powdered one. I had to scarf it down while on the train. It was not pretty.
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10/29/05 Saturday Breakfast The day started late and I was on my way to visit my parents in Pennsylvania, so I had to take a portable breakfast. This plum sat ripe for the occasion. It's not dusty, it's the lighting.
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