Sunday Chef

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Somewhere in the last two months, I have morphed into a Sunday chef.

Where the goal used to be to serve a hot, home cooked meal fresh out of the oven each and every night, the goal is now to serve a hot, home cooked meal and not burn my fingers on the microwave bowl as I remove the plate at the "ding!" and scream, "DINNER!" to Blair. 

There's a different mindset that comes with Sunday cooking. While I enjoy the cooking itself, there's a definite lunch lady production line technique behind the process.

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Bean Soup: It's What's For Breakfast

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Old Mill of Guildford on Hwy 68 - try their bean soup!On his way out the door this morning, Blair paused to give me a lingering kiss goodbye. He stopped mid-kiss, however, and raised his head and frowned.

Blair: "It's 7 a.m.  Why do you taste like garlic?"

Me: "Maybe because I had bean soup for breakfast?" 

Blair, making a face: "Bean soup?! That's not breakfast food." 

Me: "Think of it like oatmeal. It was warm and filling and delicious. It was the perfect breakfast." 

Blair: "Well then I'm having Doritos for breakfast tomorrow. Mmmm. I'll just pop some in the oven and they'll be warm and delicious. The perfect breakfast." 

Me: "I'd agree with you except my meal has nutritional value. You can't say that about Doritos."

Blair: "I can say your meal is GROSS. And that Doritos are GOOD. Taste trumps nutrition."

He grabbed his lunch and briefcase, winked, and walked out the door. 

Funny, but I'll have the last laugh. You see, I packed his lunch this morning. 

And I gave him an extra big helping of bean soup.

Cheers,

Dena

The Blog Post I Didn't Want To Write

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Today's entry is challenging to write on many levels but it's time to come clean. For the past month, I've been keeping a secret from all of you. A very big secret. But the guilt has been steadily gnawing away at me and, for better or worse, whatever you may think of me, I'm ready to share. 

Ready? Here it is. 

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Vitamin D Deficiency

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I'm terrible about going to the doctor. I'm much more of a wait-it-out-and-maybe-it-will-go-away-on-its-own type girl, especially when it comes to colds, flu's, or injuries. It's even harder to drag me to the doctor for a "yearly" physical, especially when I'm feeling healthy. 

However, as it's been almost 5 years since my last general physical, I decided it couldn't hurt to be checked out. Turns out an annual physical these days pretty much involves going to the doctor's office, sitting around for 25 minutes, filling out a form, confirming your answers on the form verbally with a nurse practitioner, having your weight, height and blood pressure (90/55 - yo, yo, yo, wass 'up runners?) taken, and having blood drawn. All for a total of about 15 minutes in the doctor's office. Then they shoo you away and say they'll call you when the blood work comes in. 

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