So I’m sitting here at my desk with my third bowl of vegetable soup and a glass of water (I have no idea how many glasses of water I’ve had today, but I’m pretty sure it’s a lot). I’m still sick, which I find disturbing and a little funny. I mean, I’m creepin’ up on an entire week here. How awesome would it be if my three-year-old nephew put me in the hospital?
Of course it’s not actually that bad—as long as I take it easy, I barely even realize that I’m not a hundred percent. It’s just when I get up and try to do shit that I feel like muck. Which should make work tomorrow really interesting.
Anyway, my princess and I went grocery shopping today (oh, yeah!—you can tell that it’s gonna be a super-exciting post when I start talking about my trips to the grocery store). I guess we’re suffering some kind of vitamin deficiency or something, because we filled our cart almost exclusively with vegetables.
It wasn’t so surprising to find myself really craving these things—fat boy loves all food—but I found it mildly distressing when I saw my princess throwing in salad makings and searching through the produce for anything that looked tasty. It isn’t that she hates vegetables, it’s just that she rarely wants to eat them.
We filled our cart with fruits and vegetables, with a bit of turkey and some bread thrown in for good measure. When we got home, we unloaded everything and immediately began preparing the various produce we had picked out.
I threw a pot on the stove, dumped in a can of chicken broth and a can of tomato sauce, and began throwing in stuff for vegetable soup—celery, potatoes, carrots, peas, corn, parsley, and a bit of green onion.
My princess made a salad (she got the recipe from my sister over the holidays for this salad with all kinds of stuff in it—dried cranberries, avocado, feta cheese, etc.), and then went to work on a bowl of guacamole. Once that was made, she began cutting carrots, green peppers, and potatoes to go with a roast—which will be most of our meals the coming week.
What I found odd was that as we cut vegetables, we just kept eating them. Slice a carrot, eat a carrot, slice a carrot, eat a carrot. I munched several stalks of celery as I prepared my soup, and swiped several bites of lettuce and tomato as my princess made her salad. She was doing the same thing.
I know that none of this is even remotely interesting, so um, here: Moses Chicken!