Is it Me???

Today in Court I was reminded of a blog I intended to write last year, but never got around to it.

I was coming out of the mens room when a woman started to walk in, There is a bit of a vestibule after the door before the actual facilities, so it wasn't as bad as it could have been. I gently informed her that she was entering the mens room. She still hesitated ( based on her look and accent, I would have to say she wasn't  born in this country), started to come in, then thought a little better of the situation, went out to check the picture on the door, ( it might be different in her country of origin, but I don't see how, and then asked me where the women's room was. I pointed it out to her, on the other side of the hall, but did not feel compelled to walk her in to it.

So this brought back memories of last year. Before Bug switched to his current dorm room, we took a tour of the general facilities of the dorm. They included an extensive shower/bathroom setup. As we were walking through the bathroom section, there was a woman in there with a security uniform on.

Just walking through.

A mens dormitory's bathroom.

I thought it a bit odd, ( what was she looking for? females? look in a mirror, honey.) so I mentioned to the main guard upstairs that perhaps they should not assign the mens locker/shower/bathroom to a female guard. I hope the suggestion was well taken, and taken as well.

Then a few days later I was at a wedding at a very nice hall on Long Island. I was using the facilities that are attached to the wall, and on the same basic wall as the sinks. Next thing I know, the door opens, and in comes a woman. I double checked that the unit I was using is generally only found in a mens rooms (so I was sure i was in the right place, whats good for the goose, etc.) it was indeed a mens room. I thought at first perhaps she made a mistake, but no, she started to clean the bathroom

with men in it

actually using the facilities.


I began to think it was me, but then just chalked it up to weird coincidences.

Until today .....

More Eats

Although people have the feeling that I have become preoccupied with food, this isn't really the case. I pretty much have always been preoccupied with food, which would explain both the inordinate amount of time spent on waffles and the sixty extra pounds I was carrying around.

So with that out of the way, let's talk food!

As I have stated, my goal is to re-create the foods that I should no longer eat with a reasonable facsimile thereof.

So the latest ones where tortilla chips with the help of FBB from Iceberg Carwash. We took corn tortillas, cut them in quarters, spiced and baked them. Not bad, but we needed to tweak it a bit. I think making them from scratch with spices in the batter would probably come out better  when chipifying them.

Then it was on to smores. Rice cakes, marshmallows and chocolate sauce. Not bad. I felt decadent.

But light.

All is Not Right in Paradise

I went to vote this week for the school budget and the school board.  What happened there was beyond appalling.

As you drive in to the parking lot of the school, there were two guys handing out a card ( well away from the limits set for electioneering). As I wanted to follow their position for candidates, I took the card, parked and went in to vote.

As soon as I walk in, a guard, who works for the school stem and is not in favor of the position that I am concerning the school budget, yells at me that I can't have that card out and I have to put it away. As I am not yet ready to vote, since I am on line to register, I fold up the card and put it in my jacket pocket.

I then get my ballot, and go over to the little booths they now have set up. Its a table with sides that go up on three sides. As I put down my ballot in my own, (supposedly) private, booth, the guard and some other pompous jerk who is masquerading as an election official come over to me and start shouting that I can't have the card out. I scanned the names I wanted, just to be sure, and handed the card to someone ( I decided they weren't even worth a look), voted and left.

As I left, I thought about the matter and decided that I would not let it stand. I went back inside and asked the guard for his supervisor, he told me ( surprise, surprise) that his supervisor wasn't there. ( I think that is the first thing they teach them in guards for idiots 101, if ever questioned, there is NEVER anyone above them available to rein them in.)

I then said to some belligerent election official who came over  (who my children later informed me was the same one who came over to harass me in the booth, but I didn't know that since I never looked up) that they have no right to come over to the booths, look what I am doing in the booth, and then harass and try to intimidate me. I told him that is by far a bigger violation of any election law than having the names of who you vote for with you in your private voting booth. They disagreed.

I then decided the best thing to do was leave, and if the results had not turned out the way I wanted, I would probably take this up a level, but I don't have to at this point.

To Eat or Not to Eat

So I am really trying to figure this diet thing out. The correct thing to do would be to talk to a nutritionist. however, I didn't become a doctor without having a basic rudimentary knowledge of nutrition. ( please don't comment on this, I am well aware that it is nonsense, just let it ride.)

So I hear that it is good to eat fish. Even salmon. I asked my panel of experts what they do with salmon, and if it is high in fats. they told me it is, but is is supposed to be good for you.  So we have been buying different kinds of fish and I went down to the pool ( freezer) to compare the different types of fish. Tilapia has one gram of fat per 4 ounces. Sounds good. Flounder has one and half for the same size portion, bring it on. ( Unfortunately I worry that the taste is on par with the fat content, low.) Then it was on to a can of tuna. one gram for two ounces, which relates to two grams of fat for the same size 9 at least my brain works, so the fish must be working).

Then I looked at the salmon

holy cow, or maybe we should eat the cow, it can't be higher.

a seven ounce piece has 20 GRAMS OF FAT with 7 SATURATED

I really need to figure this out.

Today, it's the Food

So the truth is, when you don't really get outside much for days on end, there isn't much that happens to write about. I mean, I check the surrounding area each day for wildlife, and then I see what there is for me to eat.

So to start with the continued waffle quest, I went back to the original waffle I made, which my tasters/critics/daughters have always told me was the only one with any taste, and I made it again, with my added improvements noted on the recipe.  The only mistake I made was to substitute half the whole wheat for regular, instead of all the whole wheat. I will try that next.

However, I upped the temperature on the cooking, and it really came out good. Put on some fat free ice cream, chocolate and maple syrup and you are in for quite a treat! We had them for supper the other night and everyone was full. Then we made one for Soupeater, and even HE liked it this time. (Even though it was basically the same recipe, the tweaks make a big difference.)

So now I am trying to to see how many foods that are now off limits to me I can duplicate. here's a teaser, Falalfel is first.

Update

So even though I am supposed to be recovering, my relentless critics have not been shy in telling me that since I have soooo much time on my hands, I should be writing lengthy and detailed blogs.

Alas, I don't want my readers to lose interest as I meander through the intricacies of bypass surgery. So I have decided that when Lovey has enough off me just sitting around, and I am forced to make dinners, along with my quest of the perfect fat free foods, I really should have a lot more to talk about.

I also have the attention span of that woodchuck, who has wisely decided to lay low for a while, and has not been out when I pass by the window.