Man(g)Overboard!

Yesterday morning, I almost lost my breakfast in a near-fatal capsizing of my lunch bag.
Luckily for me, I was able to rescue the overnight oats and only lost two pieces of mango to the fall. Even luckier: I did NOT hit the car that stopped suddenly in front of me, causing the catastrophe.

I was reminded of the 1987 family-fun classic Overboard.
My overnight oats did not lose their memory and end up becoming the mom to a scraggly rag-tag bunch of motherless misfits, but instead provided me with a fabulously filling breakfast, which, after yesterday’s debacle, was highly satisfying (physically and emotionally).
During a break in our morning orientation session, I pulled out one of the oranges I had saved from Monday’s “Welcome Back” Breakfast and had been saving in my snack drawer at school. Today, the school was also providing a plethora of treats, including a variety of 100-calorie packs. Normally I would say, “Save your money and make your own snack packs!” But if someone is going to give me them for free…well then, alright.
I actually didn’t get around to eating those SunChips, because we got out early and I immediately rushed to my office/cube/classroom to continue the epic decorating process, but I am excited to try them, since I love SunChips and don’t think I’ve ever had the Harvest Cheddar. [The Garden Salsa are the best...]

Speaking of gardens*…lunch was, you guessed it: a salad! [Today I am crazy-ing things up a bit though, so look forward to hearing about it later.]

*I am a transitional wonder.
Side of hummus-and-cottage cheese…which I wish I could fabulously combine into a compact phrase to reduce my typing every day. Hmmm…hottage? No. That sounds like a measurement of hotness. Hummotage? Not to be confused with a hummer trained in sabotage.
Stacy’s Garden (again with the garden connection!) Veggie pita chips….too few for my satisfaction. [It's a good thing I portion these out. Otherwise...well, there would be a bit of a pita chip brick in my belly I think.]
Apparently, I was to be haunted by mango for the rest of day, because after nearly losing all of it from my overnight oats, mango made an appearance in my afternoon fruit snack (unfortunately not of the gummy variety) involving some defrosted (once frozen) mango and papaya, as well as the last of my freebie oranges.
And then I ate a SOYJOY bar that was, quite eerily, Mango & Coconut flavored.
To tell you the truth, I had tried SOYJOYs before and didn’t really like them. But they were on sale for 50 cents, so I thought, “Why don’t you give it another (man)go?”*

*I am awesome. I know.
It wasn’t awful, but it was a little dry. If I’m going to reap essentially the same benefits or intake the same amount of calories/protein/fat/nutrients, I’d much rather go for a Z Bar or a Luna. I have a Peanut Butter SOYJOY to try at some point…maybe it’s just the fruity ones I don’t like?

Mangoes provided some din-spiration as well.* I took my leftovers from Wednesday’s dinner at Z Tejas and made a delicious new feast!

*Again, I am awesome.
The rest of the Crispy Salmon [topped with crab, tomato, and cilantro...I ate all the rest of the avocado ], to which I added some diced mango and peach. Originally I thought to heat it up, but then I decided to stick with a cold plate, so I didn’t even cook the zucchini or squash, simply sliced them up and put the rest of the Avocado Salsa Verde all over that. The Black-Bean-and-Corn Salsa just hung out on the side.
I, of course, just sort of mixed everything all together, and it was all very yum.

In other 80s cult movie-related news [have you already forgotten the Overboard reference?], tonight I am headed straight from work to see The Breakfast Club at Alamo Drafthouse, as part of their Master Pancake series, which, from what I can tell, is essentially like watching Mystery Science Theater 3000, but with live comedians.
I’m not sure if there are actual pancakes involved, but that would be exciting.

Since I am the reason that nutritionists and health advocates worldwide advise you never to let your young children eat in front of the television because it will create an embedded association between watching a movie or show and the need to simultaneously chew…I have packed extra healthy munchables to smuggle in.
[If you work at the Drafthouse, please don't take away my snack. To paraphrase the famous quote from Braveheart (which I've never actually seen), "You can take my money, but you'll never take...my VEGETABLES!]