Like a Fish to Water
Happy weekend, doves! I hope everyone has had the most fabulous week and you only top it off with an even more fabulous weekend! Whoah, too much fabulous going on there.
So I figured out what my tummy issue was: too much processed soy! I am fine with a Boca or some tofu here and there, but the tempeh-tofu scramble? And tofu four days in a row? No, no. SnackFace can’t do it.
Thursday, after my banana-almond butter bites in a bath of coconut slush, I dashed off to work. My mid-morning snack was hardcore raw:
Do you really want to see pictures of carrots? I mean, I like to give an idea of what I eat (though I never could snap pictures of everything), but after I took this one, I was like, “I’m an idiot. They’re just carrots and cherry toms.”
Idiocracy aside, the carrots and toms were lovely. They don’t look as lovely as lunch, though:
Alright, I don’t wanna say it, but that was not good. It was bland and, well, omelettey, which freaked me out! I’ve always been iffy with eggs and their texture, so to know this was made of tofu and chickpea flour and still was eggy was bizarre. But, that’s the goal of the recipe! I slathered it in ketchup and ate it all, though 🙂 So pretty:
Have I shared yet that I received an EMAIL from a Bryce?!! Another person to whom I handed my business card. Ladies, just don’t do it. Guys, you can hand out your business cards safely. We most likely won’t use them. Just sayin’.
After work we met back up at 6:30 and went to this incredible sandwich shop, Ike’s Place, for vegan sammiches. They have meat as well, but they have a huge vegan menu. I’m not one for sandwiches, so I thought, “how good can this really be?” Un-frickin-believable. I ordered something called a Backstabber. I thought the name most reflected me (sarcasm, obviously). Please look at this:
On Dutch Crunch bread (no clue what that is, but it was fantastic): vegan turkey, soy cheese, marinated atrichokes, dirty sauce, garlic and herb sauce, pickles, onions, lettuce, pepperocinis. It was enormous. I ate it all. I burped it up all night. Worth it, though.
Being vegan is so easy with places like that. It’s when you’re in, oh I dunno, Ohio, that it’s a teeny bit more challenging. It can be done, though.
We then headed to the karaoke bar to strip me of my karaoke virginity. I get a little freaked to sing in front of people solo, but after one minute of being in there I had to sing. I took to karaoke like a fish to water:
What did this musical, drama, choir nerd choose to sing? “All That Jazz” from Chicago. Duh. And the glorious gays loved it! They are my perfect audience! Also know that I was dancing. It was a full-on performance. Can’t help myself.
We got home after midnight and I was pooped. And still burbing up my sandwich.
That didn’t stop me from rolling out of bed at 5:45 a.m. for a run, though. I love how alive it makes me feel! I think I ran three of the four miles today! Hollaaaaa!!!
Still feeling a tad queezy from the night before and the tofu-heavy week, I didn’t have much for breakfast. This bar is amazing, but it isn’t vegan. Bees, I’m sorry I exploited you today!
Seriously, Kind. Can we work something out? Can agave be used in place of honey? Because I’d eat these all the time. That’d be super, thanks.
Work was even more fun today merely because we got to bond outside the office and realize that we can be amazing friends, not just amazing co-workers. It was also more fun because we finished off Brunch Week with a bang:
French toast is my absolute favorite breakfast food. Seriously. Bread was dipped in a banana-almond milk custard, then griddled to caramelized perfection and topped with a cocoa-cinnamon mixture and powdered sugar. Holy monkeys. Go buy Vegan Brunch. Do it. On the side we had smoky potatoes (just had a few bites), strawberry-mint salad and honeydew melon slices. Perfection:
Have I reminded you all lately that I love my internship? Cause I do. And not just for the food, I swear 😉
After work I had one mission. Scratch that. I had two missions. One: quiet your rumbling tummy with green beans and hummus. Two: BUY YOURSELF SOME DAMN RUNNING SHOES!!!
I hopped on a Muni and was downtown within 30 minutes. I knew exactly where I was headed: Nike Town. The patient woman who helped me sat through my attempts with six or seven or eight different pairs of shoes. In less than half hour, though, I found my perfect match. For my feet, that is.
When I galloped into my front door I was ravenous after my shopping success. Of course, I had my go-to meal:
In le salad: spinach, broccoli, green beans, tomato, sesame sticks, balls, peach salsa and balsamic vinaigrette. That’s not all I had, though. I’ve been eating Shredded Spoonfuls while writing this. Like, maybe four or so servings? Mmm!
Do you want to see my new babies? First and foremost, THANK YOU MamaJ and Popsicle! I really needed them!
The good ol’ Saucony’s have been around since I was a junior in high school. I am now going to be a senior in college. Let me get over how scary that is for a second….. Okay I’m good. But anyway, don’t let yourself go that long without new running shoes. Here is one half of the beautiful newbies:
I am so stoked to take them out for a spin tomorrow morning! Again, thank you Mumsy and PapaBear!
On this wild and crazy Friday night I am staying in, fixing my claw-like toenails, painting my boyish fingernails and watching Food, Inc.! I most definitely need to rest up for this weekend. Because Saturday? It’s goin’ down (meet me at the mall…or is it bar?)! Alright pudding pops, be ready for a weekend recap of insanity when I return!
Ciao for now,
QUESTION: What is your favorite weekend drink?
Muhaha I love this question. Blue Moon, Summer Brew and/or Leinenkugel. I won’t hate if you say something like “water.” I just won’t believe you 😉
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