Now that I'm a free and swinging bachelorette living the good (???) life here in Newfoundland, my weekends are my own to ponder upon and make plans. I have lots planned for my wild weekend!
Just like that time in Narnia, it's eternal winter here. So, there's not too far I can wander in sub zero temperatures. But it calls for actually sunshine tomorrow, so I'm excited to try out my daughter's snowshoes -- I've never snowshoed before. This is how I envision my snowshoe journey: I will walk up a very steep hill to reach the old railway line; pant and groan for a few minutes, clutching heart; spend several more minutes cursing (and appologizing to God) as I put the snowshoes on. I will begin to walk: lift leg high, put leg down, lift other leg, put leg down, go 2 more steps, fall on face, cuss, get up ..... and repeat this "walk" until I get to where the trail meets my back yard. Then I shall attempt to traverse the deep, deep snow in the back yard rather than go back the way I came. (I shall have the landlords watching for my return and provide them with plenty of rope in case they find me neck deep in said snow.) And that's the first part of what I call a good time.As part of trying to curb my evening munching, I spent last night denying myself a slice of toast with peanut butter (as evening eating interferes with my sleep as well as being able to fit into my pants). I was successful in this denial only by pondering what was on the menu for my weekend gorgefest.
Does anyone else wax poetic in their minds about anticipated food?
Or am I just 6 cats short of being completely hopeless?
3 comments:
Hahaha. I think food does become a major source of enjoyment as we have time to think about it instead of just getting supper eaten so we can wash up and get to bed. I don't cook much anymore so I really research and think about easy, but delicious, meals.
I have to say that I do eat more and cook more in the wintertime. Comfort food calls my name. I give you credit for ever thinking about snow shoes let alone getting out in the white stuff. Your dinner and snacks sound wonderful!
Before I forget, thank you for coming to Marmelade Gypsy and your comments on my post about the Nassar/gymnastics trial. I so admire your work with the women's shelter. That's important work and I thank you for it.
Now, about that winter! I was moaning and groaning because yesterday Michigan had six inches of snow. Then I looked at your profile and you are in Newfoundland (my partner Rick wants to ride his bicycle from Michigan to Newfoundland -- last year he made it to Quebec City.) Well, when I saw that I thought, "Just you thank your lucky stars that you had a big January thaw, even if the snow came later!"
And, if you are six cats short of hopeless on the anticipated food, you are not alone!
~ jeanie from Marmelade Gypsy
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