I had some leftover quinoa kicking around in the fridge, and because I'm really exploring the studio space these days, I decided to see if I could make it into breakfast. Which you can, if you add bananas, almonds and some milk and then microwave it all. Breakfast porridge, and damn good at that.
For lunch I defrosted some Moroccan chickpeas with prunes and olives I had frozen before leaving for Chile (note: don't freeze chickpeas, they get mealy), because I'm still doing that "no waste food" thing (with a renewed dedication after coming back from Chile but I digress) and had that with some more quinoa (victory is mine, it's all gone!)
Then I had some carrots for a snack in the late afternoon, while I was waiting for my latest Cook's Illustrated (LOVE THIS MAGAZINE) treasure to cook, that being Cajun Red Beans and Rice with Andouille Sausage. It was fucking superb, though next time I might bother to hunt around for a high brow sausage instead of the one at Super Fresh. But again, I digress.
Anyone good at math? Because if you review my food choices for yesterday, you'll see that I ate rougly 10,657,357 grams of fiber. Surprise!
No seriously, surprise. This morning when I woke up, tummy was a little rumbly but I remembered the beans and that I had quick cooked them vs soaking, so a little gas is probably to be expected. Little did I know that there was a ticking time bomb within. Even less did I know that my morning coffee was just the match needed to light that fuse.
So here come I, tooting my way down the stairs this morning giggling because I'm 12 and farting cracks me up and I shuffle into the kitchen and make my coffee as per normal, then settle down on the couch with cat and laptop to do my morning wake up surfing and see what everyone I know who blogs is up to. 3 sips into my coffee, something starts to happen "down below" I'm all "do I have to burp or something" and my stomach is all "no, you need to go upstairs. Like now. No, really NOW. I SAID NOW! RED ALERT!! RED ALERT!!"
Eventually my muddled brain catches on and I realize this is constitutes an emergency so I throw coffee, cat and computer aside and run for it. Made it in time, and I won't go into details but the next 20 minutes gave me time and cause for reflection; specifically on what the fuck I ate that could have caused this, and whether I might be possessed by something similar to but of a slightly different ilk than that girl who projectile vomited in the Exorcist. That's when I realized: in my quest to test gluten free living (it's a phase, I'm just about sure of it) I had inadvertently replaced carbs with fiber, pretty much totally. So I pretty evenly divided the time spent upstairs between exclamations of horror and raucous laughter at my own obliviousness- with a few "thank god HN has left for work"s thrown in for good measure. It was like that time I drank the magnesium citrate, only inadvertent and a complete surprise. And like the time of the Magnesium Citrate, once I regained consciousness I felt like a totally new woman. And also I realized that I still need to chew my food better, but I won't go into it.
So here am I, the new incarnation of Kerry once again settled into the couch with my morning coffee and hoping that this isn't *just* like the time with the MC, specifically that it's now over and isn't going to be an all day affair.
Happy Friday and you're welcome!
oh, and totally off topic: the other day I was testing out a new camera for work and they saw something in my eye! A resident came and looked at it, a ful dilated eye exam and multiple Dr consults followed and the end result is "it's not a tumor, it's a scar" but check the pics. The scar is 3Disk Diameters, aka, pretty fucking big! The blu blockers are for my comfort and your entertainment
"mother, is that you?"
how gross is that?That black thing, all of it, is the scar. It should all look pink like below.
For reference. Yellow bit is the disc (optic nerve).This is a 30 degree picture, see how normal everything looks? Sneak scar is on the roof of my eyeball!
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