Mmmm. I am sitting at my desk eating an Airhead candy strip while I write this post. This could mean one of two things: 1) I am not retaining what I am currently learning in nutrition class or 2) I am retaining what I am learning but choosing to willfully ignore it. I know one thing for sure. I am definitely rationalizing it because I was so good this week when it came to what I put in my body. Not once did I go to McDonalds AND get a sausage egg sandwich for breakfast (I did go once this week but at the last minute decided to get an oatmeal and milk). And I also had steamed asparagus with my lunch on Wednesday and plenty of fiborous lentil soup throughout the week. See how good I have been?
This year’s labor day weekend, I was up at my sister’s place which by any standard, no matter what time of day or night, is hotter than San Francisco. I love San Francisco, in my own quirky, demented way, but one thing that is starting to grate is the weather. And I actually don’t mind overcast days but there is nothing quite like exiting the UCSF parking garage and having a cold, gusty wind blow directly in your face. And while you wrestle with the wind over ownership of your jacket hood, you might notice the fog is so close to the you can actually see it moving along the ground by your feet. Its days like these I wish I could teleport to Miami south beach, a margarita in one hand and mystery novel in the other.
Anyways, that is off topic and beside the point. While in Sacramento, the family and I went to the annual Greek festival. And let me tell you, in case you did not know already. Greek food is delicious. I had Tiropita (cheese stuffed filo dough), seasoned lamb, thick yogurt with honey, greek noodles (sauce was basically burned butter with feta), and loukoumades (deep fried dough balls, drenched in honey, cinnamon, and shaved nuts). We were going to go for the fried kalamari as well, but thought that might be overkill. *snicker*
Shiny!
Sisters
