Marble[wo]man Blog January 2 - 7, 2011

Sunday, January 2, 2011

A Late Brunch...

I finally got something to eat.  Too busy fussing on configuring the blog.

Wow, a waffle with pineapple and maraschino cherries, sugar-free syrup, a scoop of rum raisin icecream--and coffee.

Waffle with Strawberries, Pineapple, and Rum Rasin  Icecream

Ooh!  Aah!!

Afterwards I get to fold the laundry!!!

Basket Full of Landry

Mind and Body

What a launch!  You and I have just witnessed my blood sugars skyrocket! 

For dinner I had a pork chop encrusted with blue cornmeal.  The pork chop lay upon a bed of bok choy and wide egg noodles coated with butter and freshly chopped chives, blanketed with Buna-shimeji mushrooms.

Blue Plate Special
"Blue Plate Special"

About a half hour later (8:45pm), I had a bowl of bran flakes and a few spoonfuls of apple pie.  I will spend the next several hours coming back down to Earth, back to a decent C-Level (carb-count). 

What a trajectory.  Just a few more yummy leftovers to go.  I am almost out of holiday (mental) mode.  Just a few more bites?!?!? before my head gets put on a spike!?!?!

Monday, January 3, 2011

I do not know, you tell me...

Which is worse, ring around the collar or a ring around the bathtub?

I would say, "ring around the bathtub," because the tub does not fit in the dryer!

Dirty Bathtub

Tuesday, January 4, 2011

Cookies and Cream: Tell Me a Bedtime Story

There was a time when cookies and cream (warmed milk) was not a dessert (or an ice cream flavor [extrapolation cookie dough]), but a bedtime snack: two cookies (chocolate chip, please) and glass (6-10 oz) of plain milk (slightly heated). This combination was a source of comfort before entering the mysterious depths of La-la Land. Also known as milk and cookies, a story (mercurially about La-la Land) usually accompanied the treat. The story concluded once the affectionate confection was completely consumed, or the recipient of the delectable fell asleep.

This past evening, I had cookies and coffee. My niece made some of her (for now and ever famous, expecting to receive another batch next holiday season) chocolate chip cookies. As seen here, these cookies seem quite typical, unassuming. From this aerial view, one expects that the unseen underside of the cookie has a slight char of carbon. One might conclude, I, by obligation, will eat a few of these with a wash-down swig (of coffee) so that I will not feel guilty the next time there is another family gathering or digital communication.

Plate Full of Cookies 

The problem is that I feel guilty for eating the entire bag in one sitting before going to bed. Not counting, there were about eight cookies; two, unfortunately, were not available for the picture. While I did take notes before falling asleep, I woke-up with the desire to tell this bedtime story.

Upon inspection, there was no underbelly char. Instead an unseemly smooth surface as if placed on parchment paper prior to baking. While worth investigating, my interest was elsewhere.

Crispy. Crumbly. Crunchy. Chewy. Creamy? Then I took a sip of coffee. Immediately, I wished that I had not. Fortunately, there were more cookies for me to digest, so my mistake would not be repeated--except to prevent me from engorging. Besides the drink, I was able to pace myself because there was a secret in these textured chocolate chip cookies that preoccupied my attention. This ingredient was the confectionate bond.

Not terribly sweet, a durable cookie--approximately three and a half inches in diameter--did not break into tiny pieces until flat-dropped from a height above four feet. Fortunately, I was given two bags of cookies--and I am not afraid of eating (dry food) off my kitchen floor.

Broken Cookies on Floor

An eerie delight that is to be enjoyed as dreamy longing lasts, and never re-gifted.

Thursday, January 6, 2011

When Light is Not Enough

Yesterday (January 5, 2011), for lunch, I had a homemade salad. The salad was comprised of:
  • iceberg lettuce
  • tomato
  • tuna fish
  • chives
  • banana pepper
  • mayonnaise/blue cheese fusion/coating
  • two [1/2] deviled eggs [details...]
Looking at this picture, I wonder if I was deluding myself about the caloric [and carbohydrate] intake and the costs associated with this meal, a meal that made my stomach grumble hours before dinner time.

Lunch in Separate Containers
DELUSIONAL DIETING Clockwise from top left: sports drink, chocolate chip cookies, bottled water, stayman apple, salad, crackers

Could this be a product advertisement for a pharmaceutical company?

"When light is not enough."

Friday, January 7, 2011

Refreshing Visions Gh(a/o)stly Seeings

There are times I when wake-up in the morning and I do not want to get out of bed to face the world. 

Backyard with Streak

When those days occur, I am glad that I had rested assure elsewhere...even if I had been able to get into bed...

Clothes on Bed

I can count/would bet on the couch.

Clothes, Blanket on Couch

Breakfast anyone?  My treat.

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