Healthy grocery shopping
Friday, October 26, 2012
Our chain 'round here is Publix, and they have the best sale this week. I bought asparagus, salad mix, spinach, carrots, tomatoes, avocadoes, and goat cheese all on sale. I even picked up some greek yogurt (budget concerns+lactose tolerance=dairy in my life), stocked up on eggs, and got some fresh mozzarella cheese.
Dinner tonight was caprese salad (tomatoes, mozzarella, and basil topped with a little balsalmic and olive oil, although I forgot the basil), roasted asparagus (takes ten minutes, seriously) and a greek yogurt. Yum!
I then logged into Spark and saw its insider tips on "healthy grocery shopping," modeled by the pretty woman with the obvious dilemma: how to choose between two virtually identical sacks of mini-bagels.
I want to tell her to put down the bagels and walk away, that it's not too late, she doesn't have to listen to the wheaty, chewy, delicious cream-cheese and lox-bearing carb bomb, and that she is strong enough on her own... but I know she can't hear me.
I didn't read the article, I'm just commenting on the picture.
And now I could kinda go for smoked salmon and cream cheese.
Food has been interesting lately. I'm doing dairy again for now but it's time to re-slay the sugar hydra (it's a hydra, not a dragon). My most recent new food experience was the Oktoberfest burger at Steak n Shake.
The fiance took me to Howl-o-Scream at Busch Gardens yesterday for our anniversary/birthdays, and we decided to stay in Tampa after classes since we finish at 4:45 and the park opens to How-o-Scream guests at 5:30. Since we're always starving on Thursdays, we went to Steak n Shake for dinner. I opted to go for the full burger experience and kept the bun on mine, and almost got the guacamole burger (delicious) but decided on the Oktoberfest burger, which is topped with swiss cheese, a stack of ham, mustard onions (don't ask, they're delicious and that's all you need to know), and spicy mustard. I like a nice brown mustard, but I was woefully unprepared for the spicy mustard that lay in wait on my pretzel bun.
It hurt so bad.
This spicy mustard somehow managed to punch me in the back of my sinus cavities from I-don't-know-where. It tasted fine on my tongue but as soon as I swallowed it was like a drunken brawl broke out behind my nose and ended in a knife fight, with someone going around pouring alcohol onto the stab wounds. My eyes watered and burned, my nose ran and burned, and it was nowhere near my nose! Gah!
I made the fiance eat a bite slathered with the stuff and he didn't bat an eyelash. I'm convinced I'm either allergic to this stuff or he's lying, 'cause you could physically incapacitate a German powerlifter with this stuff.
So that's my food story and I'm sticking to it. The memory of the mustard is hurting me, so that's all I'm saying.