Showing posts with label Blue Ribbon BBQ. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Blue Ribbon BBQ. Show all posts

Friday, May 09, 2008

Year 4, Day 69: Walking Again

Though rain was threatening, I convinced two others two risk wetness, coldness and general other unfortunate results of being caught in a rainstorm and walk to Russo's with me.  We took the chance, and except for a few drizzle-drops at the end, we got lucky and had a successful trip.  I must say that I can't remember the last time I walked out of Russo's with ONLY a salad.  For that, it was remarkable.  It was a poker night, so I tried to withstand the siren call of nuts and all things carbie, though I did indulge in the semi-usual breakfast.

Breakfast
Heritage Flakes
Kashi Go Lean
Strawberries
Bananas
Soy Milk
Coffee

Lunch: Russo's ($5.48)
Romaine, broccoli, chicken, peppers, hot peppers, mushrooms, parmesan.

Snack
4 Beef Jerky Sticks
2 Cheese Sticks

Dinner/Poker:
Cashews & Almonds
19th Whole Mix (which is basically that kind of spicy cajun mix with rice crackers)
Popcorn
Blue Ribbon BBQ: One Rib, Some Chicken, Sausage
Cole Slaw
Baked Beans
Collard Greens


Saturday, October 06, 2007

Year 3, Day 216: On a Flying Guitar

We woke up at 8:46 and we had a 10:30 date with Steve songs. No time for the usual breakfast, and not much stomach for it either. One of the first times that Ruby, Emily, Magnolia and I all went to the same paid-for-event. We all love Steve songs, though the Capitol is not excellent for kids shows since its aisle space is limited and kids really want to mosh, or whatever the kid equivalent of moshing is. When the music starts, Emily and I both think we're going to break into hysterical sobs--we are on the razor's edge of an emotional breakdown lately due to the construction--but at least one of us avoids it. The concert, mercifully, is short, and we high-tail it out of Arlington in record time. However, we are pulled over by the pull of Blue Ribbon BBQ.

Brekafast
2 SLices Jane's Bread
SUper Chunky Peanut Butter

Snack En Route
Beef Jerky
Some Popcorn

Lunch: Blue RIbbon Arlington
Sausage, Cole Slaw and Eggplant

Dinner (Party for Noelli)
Some inside of chicken enchilada
a chip with salsa con queso
a bite of plain quesadilla
mole chicken
carne asada

Post Dinner
2 Clementines,
Apple with Peanut Butter
More nuts

I'm not sure why I ordered eggplant with nutmeg at Blue Ribbon, and the rest of the day wasn't any more sensible. I can only hope that tomorrow I wake up and there's a session at the gym waiting for me.

Sunday, July 15, 2007

Year 3, Day 133: Someone turn on the AC

I've started to do some weight machines now when I go to the gym. Just like the diet and the exercise thing, I am taking it slow. I have looked around the machines and I am especially interested in the ones that will help me obtain my washboard abs by age 45. One of the 'trainers' at the gym, who I'll call "K," is after me to work with a trainer (there's a free session) and get a program together. For no reason whatsoever except inconvenience, I've been avoiding this. And I think he's starting to notice. I am starting to feel uncomfortable when he's around, because I think he's going to assault me with the form (again) or somehow stop me from using the machine until I do.


Breakfast
Kashi Go Lean!
Heritage Flakes
Strawberries
Blueberries
Banana
Unsweetened Soy Milk
Coffee

Lunch:
Salad
Blue Ribbon Brisket

Snackz
6 oz stonyfield yogurt
4 tablespoons super chunky peanut butter
crusts of magnolia's cream cheese and jelly bread sandwich that she didn't eat
a few almonds and cashews

Dinner
Robert' Brisket
Carrots, Celery
Cauliflower

30 ab crunches
30 squat thrusts
7 miles in 73 minutes, not too fast, very hot in the gym. I tried to pace myself. As longtime readers know, when I run out of water, I pretty much have to stop. The 'pause' button doesn't work and if I get off to get more water I'll lose my place in the work out. So far I've been lucky, but today was like working out in a greenhouse.

Friday, June 22, 2007

Year 3, Day 112: More Pies

A warm overcast day that I joined Emily and some of her peers for a last-day of teaching celebration. In the middle of our burger & potato salad course, the rainstorm hit and no buns were safe. We were all forced inside. I had already eaten, but many a guest's lunch was rain-soaked. I had to change my t-shirt and wait while my other one dried. We moved into the basement (the main house was having its floors redone, so there was no place to go) and finished the party.

Breakfast
Kashi Go Lean!
Heritage Flakes
Strawberries
Blueberries
Banana
Unsweetened Soy Milk
Coffee

Snack
4 Sticks Beef Jerky
1 oz Boston LIte Popcorn

Lunch
4 Tostitos Salsa, Guacamole, Mango Salsa
Hamburger
Italian Sausage
Tomato, Onion

Dinner: Blue Ribbon
A little bit of Burnt Ends, Brisket
Salad

A little bit of strawberry-rhubarb pie. I am really getting the hang of the pie. Like anything, you just have to do it again and again and again and again. I am planning on making a pie for the card game. I'm not up to the lattice design yet, that will take work. Today a co-worker told me that if I didn't make my own crust I was falling short of the mark. Also, after the incident, tonight saw me getting back on the horse (or pig) of Blue Ribbon.

Wednesday, May 23, 2007

Year 3, Day 84: Sick!

I guess I passed out a few times over the night. Very bad. Not sure exactly what happened; it had something to do with the worst leg cramp I've ever had. Usually they wake me up, but then they go away. This one just went on and on and on. Until I guess I fell out of the bed (and consequently chipped my tooth). Emily couldn't wake me, and as she was doing the old cheek-slapping bit, I guess Ruby came in and asked if everything was OK. Emily called 911. When I came to, she told me to get dressed and come downstairs because they would soon be here. I must say the firemen (where were the paramedics?) were awfully gruff with me. It boiled down to: did I want to go to the hospital? Answer: I did not.

I stayed home from work; stayed in bed. Took a break only to go see the doctor, who I am not crazy about. No surprise, they couldn't tell us anything. I went home and got in bed.

8 Saltines
1 Slice of White Toast
Tea
Gatorade
Banana
1 Bite of Apple-Banana-Strawberry Applesauce

I managed to keep track of what I was eating, but unlike the few other stomach/GI illnesses I have had since starting the program, this time I literally could only focus on the worst possible (read anti-South Beach) things: white toast, gatorade, saltines. I made my peace with it and tried to focus on getting better. The day after, we were all convinced it was the Blue Ribbon salad. My sister-in-law even lodged a complaint. The irony of irony: Blue Ribbon's response was "we get our salad from Russo's."

Tuesday, May 22, 2007

Year 3, Day 82 Tennis, Plus Food Poisoning

As the weather gets warmer, it becomes time for young men and their women to start thinking about getting outside and playing more tennis. For tonight's date night, Emily and I were going to play, but we always have the issue about eating. We can't eat after tennis, it would be like 8:30-9:00pm. That's a no-no (though studies have rebuked the 'myth' that eating late at night is harmful to your weight loss aims). So, we've tried going to dinner in our tennis clothes (the Met Bar, it was great, but sweaty) and eating only beforehand. Neither is great, so the real solution is to start to play at 5pm, so at 7pm you could eat at a regular dinner time. Tonight, we tried to eat at home first, with me opting for a big green salad. Oddly, no one else wanted it- everyone else there (Magnolia, Ruby, Emily and Maria) just ate the BBQ.

Breakfast
Kashi Go Lean!
Heritage Flakes
Strawberries
Blueberries
Banana
Unsweetened Soy Milk
Coffee

Lunch
4 Sticks Beef Jerky
1 Cameo Apple

Lunch: Wonton Kitchen
House Special Egg Drop Soup
Chicken & String Beans

Dinner: Blue Ribbon BBQ
Chicken Brisket & Burnt Ends
Pickles
Big Green Salad

After dinner, we played about an hour of tennis. Emily won, 7-5. I was really hoping to take her to the tie-breaker, but she outplayed me, and partially psyched me out by her constantly noting the two people on the next court who, in her opinion, SHOULD have played on court #3 instead of #2 so there would be an empty court between us. She was really mad about that. When I got home, I knew I didn't feel well, but I wasn't sure why. At 1AM I was heading downstairs for the rolaids. At 4AM I was surrounded by five firemen in my living room.

Saturday, May 05, 2007

Year 3, Day 66: The Next Day Cometh

Continuing my desire to break my breakfast rut, I treat myself to a third egg and a third strip of turkey bacon. After all, it is the weekend. However, the ghost of my last night's excesses continue to haunt me.

Breakfast
3 Eggs
3 Strips of Turkey Bacon
Coffee

Lunch;
1/2 Big Green Salad
Brisket
Beans, Cole Slaw & Green Beans
(Blue Ribbon)

Snack
1 oz Boston Lite Popcorn
1 Cameo Apple

Dinner:
Cheddar-Bacon Burger
Cauliflower
1 oz 50% Jalapeno Cheddar

This was one of those days where we thought we were going to set out on a single errand, but ended up doing a whole bunch of things. The trouble is, by the time we were in deep into West Newton, we realized Ruby had a swimming lesson at 12:30 and it was 11:55! We quickly thought of Blue Ribbon and high-tailed it there. Turned out to be a great plan as they were open and one was on line. We all snarfed our food down quickly then raced back home to get into swim gear.

Monday, April 23, 2007

Year 3, Day 54 "head-hurtingly complicated "

Really making that Blue Ribbon last. I am really surprised at how often, and how much we eat from there. But it is really good.

Breakfast
Breakfast
Kashi Go Lean!
Heritage Flakes
Strawberries
Blueberries
Banana
Unsweetened Soy Milk
Coffee

Snack
5 pieces of jerky
1 oz Boston Lite Popcorn
8 Tamari Almonds (all that were left)

Lunch: Russo's ($5.37)
Romaine, red pepper, red onion, feta
chicken, broccoli, mushrooms
balsamic vinegar, pepperocini

Dinner
Blue Ribbon Burnt Ends
Emily's Stir Fried Cauliflower
2 Bubbie's Pickles

April 22, 2007
The Way We Live Now
You Are What You Grow

By MICHAEL POLLAN
A few years ago, an obesity researcher at the University of Washington named Adam Drewnowski ventured into the supermarket to solve a mystery. He wanted to figure out why it is that the most reliable predictor of obesity in America today is a person’s wealth. For most of history, after all, the poor have typically suffered from a shortage of calories, not a surfeit. So how is it that today the people with the least amount of money to spend on food are the ones most likely to be overweight?

Drewnowski gave himself a hypothetical dollar to spend, using it to purchase as many calories as he possibly could. He discovered that he could buy the most calories per dollar in the middle aisles of the supermarket, among the towering canyons of processed food and soft drink. (In the typical American supermarket, the fresh foods — dairy, meat, fish and produce — line the perimeter walls, while the imperishable packaged goods dominate the center.) Drewnowski found that a dollar could buy 1,200 calories of cookies or potato chips but only 250 calories of carrots. Looking for something to wash down those chips, he discovered that his dollar bought 875 calories of soda but only 170 calories of orange juice.

As a rule, processed foods are more “energy dense” than fresh foods: they contain less water and fiber but more added fat and sugar, which makes them both less filling and more fattening. These particular calories also happen to be the least healthful ones in the marketplace, which is why we call the foods that contain them “junk.” Drewnowski concluded that the rules of the food game in America are organized in such a way that if you are eating on a budget, the most rational economic strategy is to eat badly — and get fat.

This perverse state of affairs is not, as you might think, the inevitable result of the free market. Compared with a bunch of carrots, a package of Twinkies, to take one iconic processed foodlike substance as an example, is a highly complicated, high-tech piece of manufacture, involving no fewer than 39 ingredients, many themselves elaborately manufactured, as well as the packaging and a hefty marketing budget. So how can the supermarket possibly sell a pair of these synthetic cream-filled pseudocakes for less than a bunch of roots?

For the answer, you need look no farther than the farm bill. This resolutely unglamorous and head-hurtingly complicated piece of legislation, which comes around roughly every five years and is about to do so again, sets the rules for the American food system — indeed, to a considerable extent, for the world’s food system. Among other things, it determines which crops will be subsidized and which will not, and in the case of the carrot and the Twinkie, the farm bill as currently written offers a lot more support to the cake than to the root. Like most processed foods, the Twinkie is basically a clever arrangement of carbohydrates and fats teased out of corn, soybeans and wheat — three of the five commodity crops that the farm bill supports, to the tune of some $25 billion a year. (Rice and cotton are the others.) For the last several decades — indeed, for about as long as the American waistline has been ballooning — U.S. agricultural policy has been designed in such a way as to promote the overproduction of these five commodities, especially corn and soy.

That’s because the current farm bill helps commodity farmers by cutting them a check based on how many bushels they can grow, rather than, say, by supporting prices and limiting production, as farm bills once did. The result? A food system awash in added sugars (derived from corn) and added fats (derived mainly from soy), as well as dirt-cheap meat and milk (derived from both). By comparison, the farm bill does almost nothing to support farmers growing fresh produce. A result of these policy choices is on stark display in your supermarket, where the real price of fruits and vegetables between 1985 and 2000 increased by nearly 40 percent while the real price of soft drinks (a k a liquid corn) declined by 23 percent. The reason the least healthful calories in the supermarket are the cheapest is that those are the ones the farm bill encourages farmers to grow.

A public-health researcher from Mars might legitimately wonder why a nation faced with what its surgeon general has called “an epidemic” of obesity would at the same time be in the business of subsidizing the production of high-fructose corn syrup. But such is the perversity of the farm bill: the nation’s agricultural policies operate at cross-purposes with its public-health objectives. And the subsidies are only part of the problem. The farm bill helps determine what sort of food your children will have for lunch in school tomorrow. The school-lunch program began at a time when the public-health problem of America’s children was undernourishment, so feeding surplus agricultural commodities to kids seemed like a win-win strategy. Today the problem is overnutrition, but a school lunch lady trying to prepare healthful fresh food is apt to get dinged by U.S.D.A. inspectors for failing to serve enough calories; if she dishes up a lunch that includes chicken nuggets and Tater Tots, however, the inspector smiles and the reimbursements flow. The farm bill essentially treats our children as a human Disposall for all the unhealthful calories that the farm bill has encouraged American farmers to overproduce.

To speak of the farm bill’s influence on the American food system does not begin to describe its full impact — on the environment, on global poverty, even on immigration. By making it possible for American farmers to sell their crops abroad for considerably less than it costs to grow them, the farm bill helps determine the price of corn in Mexico and the price of cotton in Nigeria and therefore whether farmers in those places will survive or be forced off the land, to migrate to the cities — or to the United States. The flow of immigrants north from Mexico since Nafta is inextricably linked to the flow of American corn in the opposite direction, a flood of subsidized grain that the Mexican government estimates has thrown two million Mexican farmers and other agricultural workers off the land since the mid-90s. (More recently, the ethanol boom has led to a spike in corn prices that has left that country reeling from soaring tortilla prices; linking its corn economy to ours has been an unalloyed disaster for Mexico’s eaters as well as its farmers.) You can’t fully comprehend the pressures driving immigration without comprehending what U.S. agricultural policy is doing to rural agriculture in Mexico.

And though we don’t ordinarily think of the farm bill in these terms, few pieces of legislation have as profound an impact on the American landscape and environment. Americans may tell themselves they don’t have a national land-use policy, that the market by and large decides what happens on private property in America, but that’s not exactly true. The smorgasbord of incentives and disincentives built into the farm bill helps decide what happens on nearly half of the private land in America: whether it will be farmed or left wild, whether it will be managed to maximize productivity (and therefore doused with chemicals) or to promote environmental stewardship. The health of the American soil, the purity of its water, the biodiversity and the very look of its landscape owe in no small part to impenetrable titles, programs and formulae buried deep in the farm bill.

Given all this, you would think the farm-bill debate would engage the nation’s political passions every five years, but that hasn’t been the case. If the quintennial antidrama of the “farm bill debate” holds true to form this year, a handful of farm-state legislators will thrash out the mind-numbing details behind closed doors, with virtually nobody else, either in Congress or in the media, paying much attention. Why? Because most of us assume that, true to its name, the farm bill is about “farming,” an increasingly quaint activity that involves no one we know and in which few of us think we have a stake. This leaves our own representatives free to ignore the farm bill, to treat it as a parochial piece of legislation affecting a handful of their Midwestern colleagues. Since we aren’t paying attention, they pay no political price for trading, or even selling, their farm-bill votes. The fact that the bill is deeply encrusted with incomprehensible jargon and prehensile programs dating back to the 1930s makes it almost impossible for the average legislator to understand the bill should he or she try to, much less the average citizen. It’s doubtful this is an accident.

But there are signs this year will be different. The public-health community has come to recognize it can’t hope to address obesity and diabetes without addressing the farm bill. The environmental community recognizes that as long as we have a farm bill that promotes chemical and feedlot agriculture, clean water will remain a pipe dream. The development community has woken up to the fact that global poverty can’t be fought without confronting the ways the farm bill depresses world crop prices. They got a boost from a 2004 ruling by the World Trade Organization that U.S. cotton subsidies are illegal; most observers think that challenges to similar subsidies for corn, soy, wheat or rice would also prevail.

And then there are the eaters, people like you and me, increasingly concerned, if not restive, about the quality of the food on offer in America. A grass-roots social movement is gathering around food issues today, and while it is still somewhat inchoate, the manifestations are everywhere: in local efforts to get vending machines out of the schools and to improve school lunch; in local campaigns to fight feedlots and to force food companies to better the lives of animals in agriculture; in the spectacular growth of the market for organic food and the revival of local food systems. In great and growing numbers, people are voting with their forks for a different sort of food system. But as powerful as the food consumer is — it was that consumer, after all, who built a $15 billion organic-food industry and more than doubled the number of farmer’s markets in the last few years — voting with our forks can advance reform only so far. It can’t, for example, change the fact that the system is rigged to make the most unhealthful calories in the marketplace the only ones the poor can afford. To change that, people will have to vote with their votes as well — which is to say, they will have to wade into the muddy political waters of agricultural policy.

Doing so starts with the recognition that the “farm bill” is a misnomer; in truth, it is a food bill and so needs to be rewritten with the interests of eaters placed first. Yes, there are eaters who think it in their interest that food just be as cheap as possible, no matter how poor the quality. But there are many more who recognize the real cost of artificially cheap food — to their health, to the land, to the animals, to the public purse. At a minimum, these eaters want a bill that aligns agricultural policy with our public-health and environmental values, one with incentives to produce food cleanly, sustainably and humanely. Eaters want a bill that makes the most healthful calories in the supermarket competitive with the least healthful ones. Eaters want a bill that feeds schoolchildren fresh food from local farms rather than processed surplus commodities from far away. Enlightened eaters also recognize their dependence on farmers, which is why they would support a bill that guarantees the people who raise our food not subsidies but fair prices. Why? Because they prefer to live in a country that can still produce its own food and doesn’t hurt the world’s farmers by dumping its surplus crops on their markets.

The devil is in the details, no doubt. Simply eliminating support for farmers won’t solve these problems; overproduction has afflicted agriculture since long before modern subsidies. It will take some imaginative policy making to figure out how to encourage farmers to focus on taking care of the land rather than all-out production, on growing real food for eaters rather than industrial raw materials for food processors and on rebuilding local food economies, which the current farm bill hobbles. But the guiding principle behind an eater’s farm bill could not be more straightforward: it’s one that changes the rules of the game so as to promote the quality of our food (and farming) over and above its quantity.

Such changes are radical only by the standards of past farm bills, which have faithfully reflected the priorities of the agribusiness interests that wrote them. One of these years, the eaters of America are going to demand a place at the table, and we will have the political debate over food policy we need and deserve. This could prove to be that year: the year when the farm bill became a food bill, and the eaters at last had their say.

Michael Pollan, a contributing writer, is the Knight professor of journalism at the University of California, Berkeley. His most recent book is “The Omnivore’s Dilemma.”

Sunday, April 15, 2007

Year 3, Day 46: It's Raining Again

On this first day of Ruby's soccer practice we all watched the skies as they rained down on us, ruining the field and forcing the cancellation of the game. No matter, she came down wearing her cleats and soccer shorts anyway. We will have to defer that dream until next week. For now, it was simply the typical 6.5 year old weekend—birthday party, play date, play date with the neighbor's kids.

Breakfast
Kashi Go Lean!
Heritage Flakes
Strawberries
Blueberries
Banana
Unsweetened Soy Milk
Coffee

Snack
1 Cameo Apple
Peanut Butter

Lunch:
Blue Ribbon BBQ Burnt Ends
Salad

Dinner
Blue Ribbon Brisket
Salad

Having recently gone nuts with my dinner purchase at Blue Ribbon, I consign myself to eating it for every meal for the entire weekend, and simultaneously proving that my friend Jill is right when she says I eat there a lot. I had previously insisted that wasn't true, but the blog doesn't lie, even if I get it wrong some time.

Sunday, February 18, 2007

Year 2, Day 352 Sundays with Chicken Caesar

Another Sunday, another 65 minutes and another seven miles. Now that the gym has become a staple in my life I'm realizing again how important the music element is. Now there are some workouts where I don't even want to listen to music, but most times I find it really makes the difference, between whether you are just doing the standard hamster in the wheel or really going for the Jennifer Beals-while-Maniac-by-Michael-Sembello is playing kind of thing. Because I don't watch videos or listen to the radio a lot every day, I don't get exposed to too much new music. This makes it hard to create new and exciting play lists frequently, and a lot of the music that I grew up on (Beatles, Springsteen, Costello) are not great workout records. Though I did do an all KISS workout today, just for an experiment. It was actually pretty good, but there was a lot of reaching for the iPod's skip button.

Breakfast
Kashi
Heritage Flakes
Strawberries
Blueberries
Bananas
Unsweetened Soy Milk
Coffee

Lunch
1/2 Blue Ribbon BBQ Buffalo Chicken Caesar
Brisket
Cabbage, Onion & Feta Salad

Snack
Almonds & Cashews
2 oz 50% Jalapeno Cheddar

Dinner
Turkey Crumble
Lettuce Wraps

Dessert
~16 Semi-Sweet Chocolate Chips
2 Kissables

Taking advantage of my post-work high-functioning metabolism, I ate the rest of the BBQ Buffalo Caesar my mother left over. It is a strange experience to eat a wrap as I hardly ever do it. It also happened to be FANTASTIC. I can't say for certain, but I did experience a chocolate meltdown later in the evening, when doling out the dessert for the kids.

Saturday, February 17, 2007

Year 2, Day 351: Visit from MOM

It has been a very mild winter, and my MOM decided to come up and visit with all the kids. As a special treat we went and got a mess of Blue Ribbon BBQ, which more and more seems like the only thing I ever eat, but in fact it's not. Because all the food is essence, SoBe friendly (meats and vegetables) I tend to eat a lot. Today, I was caught unawares by the corn bread croutons. They came with the salad in a little side-plastic container. I ate EVERY SINGLE ONE OF THEM. Sigh.

Breakfast
2 Slices of Iggy's 7-Grain Bread
Super Chunky Peanut Butter
2 oz 50% Jalapeno Cheddar
Coffee

Snacks
~4 cups of Boston Lite Popcorn

Lunch: Blue Ribbon BBQ
Brisket
Burnt Ends
Big Green Salad
Beans
Pickles
Cole Slaw
Corn Bread Croutons
1 Bite of Corn Bread
1 bite of Maple Bread Pudding

Dinner
Big Green Salad with Balsamic Vinaigrette
Hamburger
Pickles

Probably a perfect diet would not include the fatty cuts of meat that make up brisket or too many red meats like hamburger. I do get 93% lean sirloin, which I was initially afraid would be tasteless but is in fact quite good. I probably could eliminate red meats from our diet and we probably should. Whenever I talk to vegetarians or vegans about their diets, there is always a lot a high-carb stuff there: pasta, bread, rice, etc. They tend to be thin as rails so that's fine, but I continue not to be thin as a rail, so for now I'm sticking to the meat.

Saturday, December 23, 2006

Year 2, Day 295: Christmakah

Today is the last night of Chanukah and the night before the night before Christmas. It's kind of a weird time because there's a lot going on but simultaneously no one's anywhere and everything is cancelled, suspended or closed. I count among my blessings the fact that my kids were fighting over a bowl of Kashi Go Lean! last night. I harken back to a time when I worried that they would eat a lot of junk and I would be helpless to stop it. Now I realize that if Emily and I model good eating behavior and don't bring a lot a garbage in the house, they'll have to do like other kids—eat their junk at school and at their friend's houses. That's what I did, anyway.

Breakfast
Kashi Go Lean!
Heritage Flakes
Ikea Muesli
Blueberries
Banana
Unsweetened Soy Milk
Coffee

Snack
2 oz 50% Jalapeno Cheddar (in new package)
Almonds & Cashews
1 oz. Boston Lite Popcorn
Coke Zero

Lunch
Brisket from Blue Ribbon
Romaine & Cabbage, Feta, Balsamic Vinegar
2 Shrimp

Dinner
Chicken Breast
Cauliflower
Avocado Salad

It's funny that I have had Blue Ribbon in nearly every post this week because recently Jill had told me that she though I must eat there once a week and I told her that it was more like once a month or even less. But it also goes in cycles. Sometimes the kids love it; sometimes they turn their noses up at it. You never know until you bring home the extra-large bucket of ribs which way it's going to go. That's why we got a chest freezer.

Wednesday, December 20, 2006

Year 2, Day 292: Missed Walk

For one of the first times in recent memory, I had to miss a Domania walk today because I had a preexisting engagement. I have certainly missed walks before, but today was a nice day and I was especially eager to put some miles on. Instead, I went to lunch with a corporate employee (not a Domania employee) based in Boston that's leaving the fold. We went to V Majestic, which is an incredible Vietnamese Restaurant in Allston. And just as Emily and I did so many times during our 20s, we went to Herrell's ice cream after. Despite my advice to get the chocolate pudding, my coworker got the butter pecan, even though it was a 38 degree day.

Breakfast
Kashi Go Lean!
Heritage Flakes
Ikea Muesli
Blueberries
Banana
Unsweetened Soy Milk
Coffee

Snack
1 Extra Smokey
4 sticks beef Jerky

Lunch: V Majestic
Broccoli & Shrimp (5 Shrimp Total)
1 Fresh Roll

Dinner
1.5 Hamburgers
Pickles
Salad
A little bit of Blue Ribbon BBQ

Made the woman at Blue Ribbon angry at me when I forgot her name. It happens to be Laura, but when I called I thought it was Lisa. When I asked if it was Lisa I got a curt "no". Then I tried again and she said "are you calling Blue Ribbon?" Caller ID has made the entire process painfully transparent, and even though Emily would say I am imagining things, I am certain Laura saw me come in and hid behind the barbecue door until I paid for my meal. Though I must say they heavily stuffed the containers of food beyond all normalcy, so that it was hard to open and close them. Well it was a lot easier to close after I opened it in the car and ate some of it. I drove home thinking "My name aphasia is getting bad in my old age."