A trip to the boardwalk offers endless temptations.*
…I’m usually pretty strong when it comes to avoiding the call of the carnival food.*
*Mostly because I know how painful it will be later…Sometimes I get a little high and mighty, scoffing at signs like this:Until, of course, I remember that the night before I had been seduced by not-too-sweet cinnamon sugared sweet potato fries.But for the most part, while at the beach in Ocean City, NJ, last weekend, I found myself playing a game of “What will I eat instead?” How did it turn out, Jenn (and the rest of you lovely guests at this What I Ate Wednesday party)? Well, I’ll show you…It started with my beautifully packed Chobani lunchbox, full of snacks and goodies for the six-hour drive.*
*Don’t worry. There was a return trip during which to consume these edibles. [Although I'm pretty sure I killed the bacteria in that kombucha letting it get a wee bit warm...]What I ate instead was the pre-made oat-flax-oat bran, cooked the night before and mixed with applesauce, pumpkin, and apple pie spice.It was so voluminous, I had to bring not one jar…but two.Upon arrival at the beach house, I found myself headed to 3 Brothers Pizza with the fam.But instead of consuming a Papa Smart-approved slice of sausage and mushroom pizza as big as my head……I ate the crust (with as much sauce as we could salvage) sans cheese, shared with me by Sister-in-Law Smart.Sister-in-Law Smart was in for a sweeter treat that weekend, when we introduced her to the concept of self-serve frozen yogurt.But–although I was incredibly tempted by the sight of Good Humor Strawberry Shortcake sprinkles–instead of eating that(with a side of Lactaid of course)……I whipped out a Rita’s Water Ice gift card I’ve probably had for four years with rare opportunities to use it.Do not be fooled. Instead of watermelon, this is actually Peanut Butter & Jelly mixed with Green Apple water ice.After I had felt the tummy rumblings post-vegan diversion into the (yes, glorious) land of seafood the night before, I did not dip any shrimp into the cocktail sauce.
The smell of bratwurst from the grill was another temptation I nearly couldn’t resist.*
*I do, however, apologize to Brother Smart for having to witness my inability to exert self control once ice cream hits my lips…and to the person running behind me on the boardwalk the following morning.