Discovery of the day: Corndog Love
Three hours into my 4.5 hour mission to pick up my (slightly sedated = preternaturally calm) boyfriend from the hospital and get him back home, I found myself in the cafeteria on the ferry staring at what would become my dinner.
Yes, I ate a corndog. And I am not ashamed.
Typically I prefer the hand-dipped artisan corndogs, but those are getting harder and harder to find in these parts, even at the county fairs. But the thawed-and-fried Foster's (motto: Fun on the run!) will do in a pinch.
My colon made me pay for it this morning, but it was worth it.
Corndog. Mustard. Fun on the run, indeed.
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It's all about me and my food.
Why are we here?
I'm Liz T., and it's all about what I put in my face.
In early 2008 I waded into flexitarianism (less than 10% of calories from animal protein.) My initial focus was to find mostly whole food recipes I could have on the table in 45 minutes that my son would eat. That's slowly expanded into discovering what else I can make from scratch, limited only by my short attention span and day job.
Oh yeah, and in the meantime, I'm still trying to climb off the twenty-pound roller coaster.
How's it going? Stay tuned...
In early 2008 I waded into flexitarianism (less than 10% of calories from animal protein.) My initial focus was to find mostly whole food recipes I could have on the table in 45 minutes that my son would eat. That's slowly expanded into discovering what else I can make from scratch, limited only by my short attention span and day job.
Oh yeah, and in the meantime, I'm still trying to climb off the twenty-pound roller coaster.
How's it going? Stay tuned...
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