|I hate fractions, so I buy these. |
But really, if I didn't make the same thing the next day, would you honestly remember exactly what something tasted like the last time I made it? As long as the ingredients remain about the same, I'll bet money you can't tell me if my noodle caboodle has 1/4 teaspoon of garlic powder or a pinch (1/2 teaspoon). Professional tasters don't dine in my home. Although I do fancy myself a chocolate expert. (If you should ever need a chocolate taster, don't hesitate to give me a call! )
|This is oddly appropriate and rather gross. For the love of chocolate!|
Talking about food, and thinking about food reminds me that I am about to take a 6 week journey to cut out the added salt, fat, sugar, and other processed foods. I am starting off slow and easy, especially since my customers (my husband and his brother) are not out to get healthy with me. I mean really who wants to purposely eat ground turkey breast with a half a handful of brown rice and a load of veggies with no salt or fat to help ease your pain? Also, no sugar means no chocolate, and that is criminal. But things must be done, and I will get over it. In two months I will be 31, and I mean to be down a couple dress sizes by then. What a better way to celebrate my birthday than to go shopping!?
I have already submitted my birthday request to my husband. I truly want for nothing personal. I have my stupendously huge kindle, a rotten puppy dog, pots pans, and the like. If he gets me another crockpot or bottle of perfume, he is doomed. So this year, I have asked to have the nasty disgusting carpet ripped from our room. He jokingly said he would replace it with white linoleum. I would actually prefer it to what we have. I had the worst idea ever when I decided to put carpet in our bedroom. Our animals have not been kind to it. Not to mention my lofty ideas of having my room look like a beach and buying "sand" colored carpet. Oh woe is the naive first time home owner.I promise I will nevah evah ask for wall to wall carpet in another room as long as I shall live.
In other household news, we are finally reaching the end of our backyard makeover. The Sahara is no more! I have one planting bed to fill, and a few final accessories that I need to pick up. Steve finished his cooking patio, and we also received an early Christmas gift from my parents.
One last thing: