It all started when I vacuumed my dog. I’d had the idea for a while and wanted to Google if it was (a) a thing and (b) safe, but never got around to it. So I decided to just grab the bull by the horns.
Y’all. She looooooved it. No joke! It was hysterical.
This is her “I’m not sure what just happened, but it felt really good and I’m not sure what that means about me” face.
I did get a chance to Google later (you’ll see) and found The Furminator. I want one. I think Zoe probably wants one more than I do. Girls and their… toys.
I then decided to vacuum my bedroom, where I got mauled by the corner of my bed post thingy. Those things exist for no other reason than to get in the way of your toes I am certain.
FOR LAWD!! A good mess, that was. Hurt soooooooooo bad. I kept waiting for the pain to go away like it does with a stubbed toe. It didn’t. It THROBBED. I have a history of breaking bones pretty easily so I was scared I’d broken my foot. When I tried to get up I cried actual tears.
There’s really no other tears one can cry I suppose, other than actual tears. I’m a really good writer.
So I just stayed on the ground with my foot elevated on my knee. My phone was on my nightstand (an anomaly) so I distracted myself on the internets while gathering courage to get up for ice.
After googling how “
much weight will I gain if I break my foot? am I crazy if I vacuum my dog?” I proceeded to scroll through Feedly, Instagram, and Facebook. I started to take that IQ thing that’s been blowing up but it kept stalling out on me.
I tried taking selfies of myself looking pitiful so my friend would have mercy on me and come over like I’d been begging her all day.
That didn’t really work out.
Evidently when you’re a single mom and you have the weekend to yourself, staying in pajamas on a super rainy Sunday is preferable to leaving the peace and quite of your house to go listen to your best friend blather on about peanut butter and glitter and Bravo television. *ahem* RACHEL *ahem*.
Whatever. Totally Fine.
I went back into the internet time suck and came across a really awesome article on XO Jane:
Y’all should read it. She writes that more Vegans need to recognize their lifestyle isn’t right or even realistic for everyone for a bevy of reasons – economical, physiological, logistical..even psychological:
“I’ve had many conversations with others, mostly young women, who fervently wish that they could just “stop thinking about food once in a while.” Vegans, as a rule, can’t. We’re always pausing to check ingredients or think about whether we’re getting enough Vitamin B. I’m not saying all vegans are inclined toward disordered eating. I know from experience, though, that it’s easy to slide from obsessing over whether something contains dairy to how many calories are in a slab of tempeh, exactly.”
I’ve been thinking a lot about a vegan diet lately; a shift of some sort in my inner workings is directing me closer to that path. But closer; not entirely. I’ll never be too rigid in my approach to food ever again (see above). I also really don’t like labels.
Coincidentally, I’m reading this book. It’s not a vegan manifesto exactly but… yeah, it is. I mean, it’s Joel Fuhrman. I’m really digging the information in here – a refreshing change from the popular paleo obsession that’s everywhere these days. Did we forget everything we learned about meat people?
Also, the idea of fish (the only meat I eat) has been making my stomach kind of queasy lately:
I’ve been trying to incorporate more beans in my meals for economical reasons, which means more vegan meals.
(Those crackers, by the way, are THE BEST Mary’s Gone flavor.)
With that in mind, I searched for recipes with Cannellini beans but was quickly distracted by another article:
Because Peanut Butter.
(By the way, by this point I’d hobbled to the couch with some ice.)
Of the 10 recipes, the one that intrigued me was this Peanut Butter Slaw:
Red wine vinegar and peanut butter? What? I had to try. Obviously.
I had almost all the ingredients on hand because I happen to be on a big coleslaw kick.
The slaw kick was bought to me in part by this little guy:
I made a mockup version of the recipe and I really like the direction this is headed, but I need to play around with it a bit more.
I wanted to let it sit overnight so I didn’t have it with dinner. Actually, I ate it for breakfast this morning.
Instead, I ate eggs for dinner.
Because vegan. LOL.
And wine, obviously. Because broken-azz foot.
Not really. Wine because always.
PS- My foot’s okay. Limping is the new “swagger.”
I have NO idea what anyone would have to say about this post, but hey. Leave a comment please because I’m lonely and my friends neglect me.