My oatmeal cookies came out all right last night - actually, I had dreamt last night, that they were way too salty. They *luckily* weren't, but they also didn't end up as soft and gooey as I would have liked - but alas, they are oatmeal cookies nonetheless, and I'll enjoy them for this week. Today coughed up to be a day I didn't quite expect, as I found myself as the support for a friend in need - more for just a listening ear than for any physical help. We discussed some of her worries over lunch, though I did bring some left-over pizza and wings (probably better that I had a lunch different from what I packed) - enjoyed three wonderful tea sandwiches with some mineral water and a fruit tart, and rediscovered my love of egg salad. Dinner, I had a slice of pizza with chips on top. Yes, ladies and gentlemen, you read that right: I put potato chips on top of my pizza. Call it a whim, call it a fancy, it was a habit I picked up from fellow kids in my grade school days, and the habit hasn't left me. Hubby never ceases to ask that I refrain from eating like a 12 year old; but, then I remind him, he doesn't look a day over 13, to justify my regression. So HA!
Not the best food day, but I did complement my meals with my usual assortment of fruits - donut peach, pluot, cherries - and I brought today one of my oatmeal cookies. Funny, it didn't taste as salty as it did in my dream...
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