I am a modern woman of many contradictions.
I don’t always make sense.
Things I do sometimes don’t add up.
My mind constantly changes from day to day.
I really like vegan cappuccino coconut milk ice cream with butter-laden, milk-rich (read: the opposite of vegan) coffee toffee pieces.
I find pleasure in picking my nail polish off within days of getting a fresh manicure.
Last week, when the temperatures read a frozen 8 degrees, I willingly walked to work in tights. Not thick ones. Dainty, woven pretty tights I scored on sale at Gap with money I didn’t have.
I embark on PROJECT CLEANOUT missions only to forget a freelance recipe project is promptly due Monday that requires ingredients I don’t have.
I ate salad for breakfast once. It happened this morning. I didn’t hate it.
At night, I brush my teeth and drink at least two cups of tea after.
I claim I have no free time when in reality, if you take back the two hours I spend every Monday night watching The Bachelor, I would have two hours of free time I didn’t have before.
I tell people I don’t like seafood. Somedays I don’t. But somedays I do. On those days, it’s usually tuna. Perhaps shrimp. Maybe salmon. Rarely anything else.
5-Minute Tuna Salad
(inspired by Lynn’s comment on this post)
1 cup cooked wheatberries
1 cup frozen peas
1 can tuna (packed in water)
1 T olive oil
1 t lemon pepper seasoning
1 t garlic gomasio
While the title of this post may sound like a up-and-coming song on a future Britney Spears album, it is not. I actually don’t like Britney and her awful form of auto-tuned music she “sings.”
But oxymoronically, it’s still on my iPod.