chow down

I like food. I have always been a healthy eater. Healthy does not necessarily mean I only eat healthy food. Also means I have never been a picky eater. I ate most of what my parents put in front of me. I eat every three hours. Like most women, I get hangry. I am pretty sure I inherited my appreciation for food from Harpo. You should see this man eat corn on the cob. Actually, no, I would never subject anyone to that…. but I’ll just tell you that man looks forward to every August/September when the corn crop is bountiful across Missouri farmlands. My mom has learned to designate a butter dish STRICTLY for Harpo’s use because he slathers each cob by laying it on a stick of butter and rolling it approximately 10-20 times to ensure it is thoroughly soaked. You do NOT want to get within 10 feet of him when Harpo eats corn on the cob. Corn cobs don’t stand a chance around him. He has a death grip on the ends, but oddly still raises each pinky finger while chowing down on that cob as if it were going to run away from him.

Dean likes to point out that I clean my plate before him every time we eat. This does not phase me, nor slow me down. One day at work I had ten minutes to go to the cafeteria, buy lunch and eat it. I accomplished all of this in under eight minutes. Walking to the cafeteria and buying it took around six minutes. Here’s the salad that I devoured in under two minutes (honestly, I’m impressed with myself that I took time to take a picture):

spinach, mixed greens, shredded carrots, hardboiled egg, broccoli, shredded cheddar cheese and honey mustard dressing
spinach, mixed greens, shredded carrots, hardboiled egg, broccoli, shredded cheddar cheese and honey mustard dressing

Love me some greens. As a kid, the Jones family spent many a Friday night at an exclusive hot spot you may be familiar with (or may not want to admit you are familiar), called Applebee’s. If you know Applebee’s, you know it always classes the dishes up with a garnish of a rubbery green leaf (is it kale? I never really knew). Literally every single plate has a green leaf  – even the kids meal dishes! Your chicken finger and fry basket with a garnish of kale, madam. I collected my family’s garnishes and ate them like a little rabbit. Well, maybe more like a cow because you really have to chew to break those things up. My parents would watch me in amazement like they were feeding a giraffe at the zoo and say comments like, “Oh my gosh look at that! She’s actually eating it!!”

Most days I have fruit/cereal combo for breakfast and salad for lunch. Lately though, breakfast has been two slices of sourdough toast. It is heavenly with coffee. This may be a sign of my age, but in my opinion if you haven’t treated yourself to freshly baked bread, you are missing out. Don’t you think it is a sign of your age when you consider food a “treat”? I am 31 years old and by God, it is time I splurge on freshly baked bread! Note: This photo is terrible but you need to bear with me while I learn how to post pictures (and I clearly need to work on taking a decent photo)…. Companion Bakery sourdough is good stuff. IMG_3346Other treats I’ve been enjoying lately:

  • Earl grey tea w/ a splash of milk
  • La Croix and San Pellegrino sparking water
  • Wine spritzer (healthy pour of Sauvignon Blanc with a splash of said La Croix or San Pellegrino mentioned above)
  • Cookie Butter cookies (Trader Joes KILLS it in the dessert aisle every single time)

Oh wow. After reading that you probably think I decorate my house with lace doilies and knick knacks. Yes, I am most definitely an 80-year-old woman trapped in a 31-year-old body. I’m OK with this. I mean, I’m either Harpo Jr. or an 80-year-old woman… that’s balance in my book!

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