Sundays are so sad. Particularly during football season. Especially if you live with someone who owns no less than five terrible towels.
Anyway. The eating. I kicked off the weekend with this:
I am usually very good about reading labels, but perhaps I am slightly in denial about ice cream. As I was cleaning out the rest of this carton, I started reading the ingredients and learned that it has partially hydrogenated palm oil, among other scary-sounding things like tapioca maltodextrin and annatto color and jistinxtofsidridgides.
No. I made that last one up. But still.
So I went on a little freezer mission – yes, we have multiple kinds of ice cream in our freezer, it’s kind of a problem – and found that the other ice cream bars that Chris is obsessed with are even worse. And, my favorite ice cream sandwiches have high fructose corn syrup.
The world is an ugly, ugly place. I had to ban these things from our house and Chris cried a little about his ice cream bars and then ate the remaining two. For closure.
And then to cheer him up I thought I’d make the gnocchi we got at Fairway last weekend and it was absolutely disgusting. The worst gnocchi I’ve ever had. I’m not including the picture because I didn’t even eat it, I just ate the roasted vegetables I made to go with it instead. I did take a picture of those but it turned out crazy bright, so I’m not posting it, either.
Saturday, we went grocery shopping bright and early and while we were out I had a smoothie from Starbucks for breakfast:
These are pretty good. Very chocolatey. A little too much so for 10:30 in the morning, maybe.
When we got home we made a brunch kind of deal with egg white, cheese and Boca sausage sandwiches and some roasted potatoes:
And then in the afternoon I had some cottage cheese:
It has raisins and a piece of a random granola bar that my mom gave me last weekend crumbled on it.
We went out for dinner and to a few bars for our friend’s birthday. I was in rare form. It was a long night and I should have paced myself a bit better, if you know what I mean. So this morning I was not exactly in the eating mood. More like the sleeping mood. I had an English muffin for breakfast and then for lunch I made this awesome grilled cheese and tomato sandwich:
You can’t quite see the awesomeness, but it’s underneath the rather charred exterior. I should have taken a few different angles, but let’s be honest – around here, we’re just lucky that the one I got isn’t blurry.
Later on I had this Z Bar from my post on the couch:
And then for dinner I had some tofu potstickers and a cut up cucumber:
And, that’s about it. We bought some chocolate ice cream and I’ll probably have some in a little while.
Oh, it’s totally grilled cheese weather! Now I have a craving . . . !!!
What kind of ice cream did you buy to replenish your stock?
Sundays are sad – especially since I’m currently writing a paper, and do not want to go to class tomorrow morning
Haha, actually I think you’re right about the ingredient being called “jistinxtofsidridgides,” since that’s what all those eerie ingredients essentially look like when reading them quickly!
ohhh…i saw someone else had grilled cheese today and now i really want one…guess we all know what i’m having for dinner!
and i think that last ingredient you made up probably actually exists somewhere, somehow…and someone has eaten it. LOL.
I, too, remember the sad day that I read the ingredient list on my package of beloved Skinny Cow ice cream sandwiches. I haven’t had one in months. It still hurts.
Actually, it turns out to be a good excuse to buy really tasty non low-cal/low-fat ice cream. Because, hey, at least you can pronounce everything in it.
Sundays are sad around here as well – especially during football season. My tv seems to lose the ability to portray anything else besides football. It’s rather annoying.
Also, I like that you said you were in rare form last night. I would say I was in rare form as well. I think we were both feeling the same way this morning – I’m still kind of feeling it.
“A little too much so for 10:30 in the morning, maybe.” Haha so true, let’s all be honest here, it’s never too early for chocolate
Sorry to hear about your ice cream discovery, I think I’m still in denial about several foods with questionable ingredients…ketchup?
That grilled cheese is most defintely the cure to any long night, I definitely know what you mean!
My mom just bought my 7 month old nephew his “My First Terrible Towel” if that doesn’t say my family bleeds black and gold, I’m not sure what does. My husband is still depressed that we lost our electric during the game last night. I’m more concerned that the electric is still out this morning and we may lose all the food in our freezer!
i just have to say, your writing style cracks me up! LOVE IT
ice cream can be tricky! breyers is good!
Ice cream is a crazy weakness of mine as well and I am always in denial of the labels, Ice cream is the only label I try to ignore when I buy it. It’s just so good!
I gained two pounds this weekend!
Woot! Woot!
I know all about denial…
I will never, ever, forgive you for taking away my ice cream bars.
Sorry about the new awareness regarding the ice cream. Sad!
So sorry for you loss. I too LOVE ice cream, but I really think you should read more about corn and corn by-products to make an informed decision. Read here: http://www.sweetsurprise.com
Sorry about your ice cream incident. It’s always so disappointing to find out the things you love have betrayed you. Don’t worry though, HFCS is all natural!
That egg sandwich looks so awesome to me right now. Grilled cheese is always a good choice after a night of being in rare form.
Chris is so funny! I can imagine whimpering if I know I have to toss out (and never ever eat again) my fave foods also.
Also there’s absolutely nothing wrong with having multiple types of ice cream in your fridge….when can I come over? LOL
Bad gnocchi? How does that even happen?
i’ve had that gnocchi before. i didnt want to break your heart when i saw it in the picture, because clearly you were excited. its absolutely awful. disgusting. i feel your pain.