The Girl Who Ate Everything

I ate like a garbage truck yesterday. For lunch, I had a double itsa burger with seasoned fries. For dinner, I did something I haven't done in years. Not in many, many years. I went to McDonald's and had chicken nuggets. I haven't had chicken nuggets in so long that the last time I had them, they were the spongy, salty, vaguely chickeny tasting things that McDonald's did away with when there was public outcry about how unhealthy they were. Now the chicken nuggets resemble chicken and it's very disconcerting. And not nearly as tasty. I had them with some murky, sweet and sour-flavored corn syrup that I mixed with my own no-salt ketchup.

With it, I had a small order of floppy, lukewarm fries (why are McDonald's profits dropping in the US, I wonder), and an amped-up, hyper-caffeinated iced tea that I had three sips of and then put in the refrigerator to have instead of coffee over the next few mornings.

That was yesterday.

Today, I decided to try to eat a vegetable, so I did. I had cheese, crackers, and avocado for breakfast, along with the last, nearly overripe peach in the house. For lunch, I made ratatouille with an eggplant from the garden, onions, garlic, carrots, red pepper, celery, baby squash, and diced, canned tomatoes. I made some red quinoa to go with it, and I had two big, satisfying bowls of it for lunch with a bit of Wensleydale cheese crumbled on top because I was too lazy to grate Parmesan(!).

It's dinnertime now and I'm wondering if I should give those chicken nuggets another chance...

Other than the ratatouille making and the garden watering, it was kind of a bust day.  I slept a lot, since I couldn't sleep last night. Then I got online and placed an order with NYX cosmetics for a few things that I don't need, among them a gray lipstick ("black sesame") that I've been eying since NYX released it a few years ago. Think of it: gray lipstick. That sounds amazing to me. I wish all makeup were gray, all of it. Lipstick, blush, mascara, all gray. I want to walk around looking like an old sidewalk all the time.

Then I got up and put on some of my Besame red velvet lipstick, which is also amazing and would make even the plainest-faced girl feel like she was the fatalest femme in all of film noire. Because that is also what I want to walk around looking like.

In case none of this was a clue (which all of it is), I'm baching it at the moment. Dave has gone on a quick jaunt to New York. And when I say quick, I mean, I barely have time to fit in my usual meat-tacular meals while he's gone. That's why I absolutely had to eat all the meaty junk yesterday. I had no choice; I couldn't pace myself.