I have a terrible habit of letting my characters run waaaaay deeper than they were ever supposed to. A fun little space fantasy turned into an exploration of humanity and everything that entails possible trilogy. All because of a freaking side character I gave a little too much screen time. FML. Not really.
Gay Panda has a bad solution for when the same old recipes start to bore. I simply stop eating. I'll graze on walnuts and bacon when the situation becomes dire and otherwise ignore the fact that my soul is in a body, and a body has to eat in order to retain the soul. That is very annoying indeed. And it makes the people in my life nuts, because going for too long on too little makes me crabby and dizzy. And because my body isn't very reliable at employing its hormones to signal hunger, I often don't connect my bad mood and general malaise to lack of nourishment.
Lady Friend once yelled, "ARE YOU HUNGRY?"
Gay Panda said sulkily, "No."
Lady Friend then yelled, "HOW LONG HAS IT BEEN SINCE YOU'VE EATEN?"
. . . crickets . . .
Gay Panda submitted with no grace. "Fine, then."
But today I am trying to be a mature panda, and thus Googled 'primal recipes' in the hopes that something would catch my eye. I knew nothing would (see previous statement about crabby) and the screen is vaguely swimming, but I stumbled into recipes for BACON PANCAKES and MINI BREAKFAST MEATLOAVES and other good things. I have made my grocery list and now I have to check out my bathroom window for paparazzi before I strip down for a shower so that I don't offend everyone at Whole Foods. And even though it is closing in on dinnertime, I will shuck conventions and make the meatloaves for dinner because I want to put the hardboiled eggs in the middle like the picture shows.
Or I will do that tomorrow. It depends on if the Whole Foods Hot Bar has a tub of its infamous Crusty Yellow Potatoes. Half of me wants to see them there. Half of me does not. I don't know why I flinch at touching a cart handle yet I eat food from a Hot Bar that fifty people could have stuck their nasty, germy paws in before I arrived at the store. I love you anyway, potatoes.
I hope the meatloaves turn out well. I need to be strong for the weekend when I have to do one of my least favorite activities: hike. This is when my work sucks, because research requires it. I already bought snazzy* hiking boots and Lady Friend wouldn't let me buy bear spray.
So if one appears, it's on her.
Last edited by Gay Panda; 11-18-2013 at 04:13 PM.
* Snazzy = the Grimmest Pair of Hiking Boots you ever saw. They are dark. They are a grumpy shape with a petulant tongue. And I love them dearly because they reflect how I feel about what they will be for.
Lady Friend also got boots, but hers have a cheerful, grating orange streak. She loves hiking.
Just swipe the nasty bits and shove your hair under a hat. Not that I would ever do that.I have made my grocery list and now I have to check out my bathroom window for paparazzi before I strip down for a shower so that I don't offend everyone at Whole Foods.
"Right is right, even if no one is doing it; wrong is wrong, even if everyone is doing it." - St. Augustine
Who says back fat is a bad thing? Maybe on a hairy guy at the beach, but not on a crab.
* It was neither clever nor a trick. I will make her bacon pancakes in exchange for risking swine flu from the cart handle.