Another Sunday, another ‘Confessions’ post.
And still another attempt to bring in random bits of pop culture related to the word confessions because I am so concerned about–and therefore unable to commit to–choosing the absolute best, perhaps alliterative, titlefor this list of random thoughts and live occurences I call “confessions” to make it appear thematic.
(Just calling it “Confessions” would also limit my opportunities to bastardize accentuate fun clipart I steal from sites all over the internet.)
Whenever I look at a Japanese eggplant, all I can see is ‘duck.’
Although I used to be able to sit through two, maybe even three (!), movies in a row, I now have an incredibly difficult time lasting more than 15 minutes in front of anything on television.
I have to take breaks and roast squash or something.
On Saturday, I popped in to Kroger for one thing–my favorite lettuce, on sale last week–and ended up getting a little carried away by the manager’s specials. [I was like a kid in a
candy vegetable store.]
I made a beeline for one of the self-checkouts and ended up cutting off a man with his family, who kindly let me go first. Then, rather than hurry, I stopped to take a picture. [To which I, guiltily could hear him say to his wife in slightly exasperated tones, “Ella esta usando su telephono…”]
Because I then felt bad, I rushed out of the store without remembering to grab the $20 cash back I had requested.
Karma. She’s a sharp one.
[However, with five kids, I imagine they could use the money–which is probably what I saved on manager’s specials anyway–a whole lot more than I can.]
Saturday night (or should we say Sunday morning?) I woke up at 2:00 AM and REALLY wanted some baby spinach.
With oranges, carrots, mushrooms, champagne grapefruit, and Citrus Avocado Dressing on top.
That’s not weird at all.
I’m starting to think I just don’t like to eat food warm.
First it was squash, then it was roasted turnips and rutabagas…
Now, it’s cabbage roasted in Orange Almond Pesto.
In a shocking twist of fate, I had gone almost two weeks without eating nut butter.
Although I have not been anti-nut…
What is happening to me????
This nut butter nausea is especially distressing as I forgot that I have had cashews soaking in the fridge for over a week.
When I saw watermelons at The Fresh Market on Friday, my first thought was, “Already?”
But more because I was super excited and really wanted one, than I was appalled at hurrying the seasons.
My review and giveaway post about Qrunch Burgers originally began:
True story: When I was thinking about the title of this post, I was not envisioning the actual Buncha Crunch chocolate Nestle product. I kept seeing a Cracker Jack-type box with the words Bunch-a-Crunch on it. This also somehow convoluted with Moose Munch, and now I’m not really sure what product I was originally thinking about. (It was not Little Debbie Star Crunch, however, although I did really like those as a kid and I’m pretty sure I can recreate them.)
True story: I almost just deleted that entire story to save for the moment when I do recreate Star Crunch,* so that I could then link back to this post and say, “True story: When I wrote that post….”
*Should that ever, you know, actually happen.
As I was going to post I realized I was thinking about was Crunch ‘n Munch.
So, I can’t promise any of those crunchy, munchy, or cracker jack-ery snacks to the winner of the giveaway…but I CAN promise coupons for free Qrunch burgers.
The winner of the giveaway is…
TT in NYC!