The gouda is out to get me

I could not have screwed my dinner up more if I possibly tried. First, I was trying to make a quesadilla. So I grate some cheddar on a tortilla, throw a little gouda on there for kicks, sprinkle on some cumin, chili powder, etc. and toss it in a pan. Then I start cutting up half of an avocado and a couple tomatoes. At this point, I’m getting really excited for my little private fiesta. My quesadilla starts melting, and for once I do not burn it, nor do I set the smoke detector off. And then, I take it out of the pan, and yellow juice, FAT, drips everywhere.

I don’t understand. Can you not melt gouda or something? Because my cheddar was white, so clearly the gouda was the culprit here (also, I’m not totally inept – I’ve made quesadillas with cheddar like five million times). Someone help me out.

Round two: I already had the cut up avocado and tomato, if you remember, so I thought I’d just mix it with a little lime juice, some black beans, maybe some corn, and make a black bean salad-type thing. So I get out the can of black beans, open it up – and it’s soup. I opened up the wrong can. Damn.

Round three: Well, I had to eat the soup, of course. I can’t waste two meals. And it was not too bad, really, just not what I was going for. But at least it was black bean soup, and I added some corn and some salsa and ate the avocado and tomatoes, too.

Sorry, the only thing I photographed was the soup. Things were happening so fast – it was a whirlwind, really.

Earlier this afternoon, I had some plain yogurt, flax and raisins:

I will probably have some grapes later. Maybe ice cream. No, grapes. I will try my hardest to have grapes.