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[twirlgrrl]

The scene in my kitchen just now: I'm trying to find something to eat in this house. We haven't been to the grocery store in maybe two weeks, so there's nothing fresh, and half our staples are depleted. Evan's at the park with Blue, and I'm supposed to be working but I'm too hungry to think. I don't want to take the time to actually MAKE something, so I grab one of the microwave thingies from the freezer. Evan has kindly stocked the freezer with microwave thingies for just such an emergency, but none of them are something I'd choose for myself (I'm incredibly choosy with my microwave thingies) so most of them have languished for a long time. I break out a package and throw it in the microwave for the first of two cooking stages. Yes, I know it's toxic to microwave it in the plastic but whatever. Then I'm bent over the little plastic tray, stirring the Healthy Choice Flavor Adventure in its thawed stage, taking tentative sniffs, squinting at the vegetables, eyeing the meat chunks, trying to get the watery part and the saucy part mixed together, and telling myself it might actually be good. I actually said this out loud to myself. "It MIGHT be good." Not a good sign.

The instructions say, after stirring, to microwave it until it reaches 160 degrees. Yeah, RIGHT. If I were the kind of person who knew where my cooking thermometer was, do you really think I'd be microwaving this crap?

I put some pre-made tollhouse cookie batter squares in the oven too, just in case.

I feel so desperate about the whole food thing a lot--getting ANYthing to eat is hard, eating healthy is harder still, and the whole issue is so fraught that I'm mostly incapable of dealing with it in any sort of proactive way. Thankfully, I manage to feed Blue well--when he wants to eat, that is.

OK, so I sat down to eat it, and it actually wasn't that bad, after I salted it anyway. However--and I'm convinced this only happened because I am journaling this whole experience--midway through the meal, I picked up the plastic tray to take a bite, and the whole thing flipped over and landed on my lap. Pasta and sauce and all.

Oh well. I would have had to eat five Flavor Adventures in a row to feel even a tiny bit satisfied. I better go make sure my cookies aren't burning.

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[zuzu2u.livejournal.com]

That made me laugh SO hard!!!!!! Half of my Healthy choice microwave thingies all have freezer burn. I eat them anyway. I never have enough time to even contemplate what they taste like. I gave up eating for pleasure or for the taste after I had the twins. I rarely even sit down to eat. Most of the time I forget to eat period. Hmmmm... wonder how I got pneumonia... I'm sure my poor nutritional habits had absolutely nothing to do with it. Yeah, I basically live on coffee... if I could take it intravenously... I would. I am one sick chick. Everyone has to have at least one vice. I am sure you know my other one.... let's see how well you know me.... try to guess.

[twirlgrrl.livejournal.com]

Shit, man, I don't know. Some kind of alcohol? (or alcoholic) I know you well but not necessarily from a day-to-day perspective. Please enlighten me!

Yes, I am almost a month late with this reply, so what biatch?!?!