|Jenni's breakfast: |
four egg whites scrambled
with chopped onions, zuchinni, and
mushrooms. topped with a slice of
reduced fat colby jack cheese and 1/2 of
a roma tomato.
a Thomas Healthy Heart English Muffin
smeared with a table spoon of almond butter.
It was a good thing that we were all snacked-up because shortly thereafter we wheeled it around a corner, and, low and behold, came face to face with the devil in disguise:
I've never actually been to a cupcakery. But, I surely would like to. However, on this day, I cursed Gigi's name (that dirty hooker) and did not even tap the brake . . . except to take a picture, of course.
We didn't hesitate to stop here, however:
Now, I'm not a Whole Foods virgin. I lived in Dallas for five years. And, Dallas peeps love to blow cash on fancy food and cars. They love them some Whole Foods. But, truthfully, even when I had easy access to all this bourgeois bounty, I rarely shopped there. Mostly, because I ate like total crap during my time in Dallas, preferring queso covered cheese tacos to veggies and hummus. Plus, Grumpy Jeff liked to limit our grocery shopping to places like Albertson's . . and Marshall's.
Once inside Whole Foods, we had our sights set on the food bar. Each of us made at least three spastic laps around the food bar, tripping over our own feet as we tried to figure out the best tactic for attacking it. Then, we elbowed some people out of the way and filled up our gigantic Whole Foods bowls:
a gigantic salad with some
fantastic peppered bock bock
(a term that I stole from my
niece), creamed spinach, a
little dab will do ya of orzo pasta,
and 12 oz of sweet potato kale soup
(that really could have used some salt)
looks a whole lot like mine
except she also had a
ciabatta roll. but if you think that
I didn't take a chunk of that, well
then you don't know me at all.
What was totally awesome about the food bar was that every single food offering had the ingredients listed. There were no dirty secrets going on at Whole Foods. At least we hope there were no dirty secrets. If you look close, you can see that I spent more than $13 on lunch, and I consider that to be pretty rich considering there was no raw fish involved.
After lunch, we went label browsing:
For some reason, I thought these "Flackers" were hilarious. I didn't buy them though because I require more from my crackers than just a good personality.
And, this is what I looked like after I shut'er down because a little more label reading revealed that this frozen treasure contains trace amounts of the sugar alcohol, Erythritol, which is bad, bad, bad and on the "Hells No" list:
We were both suffering from severe sugar remorse - expecting the skies to part again and, this time, for a bolt of lightening to take us out.
I ABSOLUTELY do not say this in jest. I say this with UTMOST seriousness. The Lenten sacrifice is serious business and not to be taken lightly (I'm planning on writing an entire post about it in the near future). But, I'm a Methodist turned Episcopalian so while I take the Lenten sacrifice seriously, it isn't ingrained in my spiritual being. Elizabeth, on the other hand, was raised Catholic and has "never broken a Lent." I looked over at her sad face and knew that she was feeling the immediate need to say some Hail Mary's. Personally, I thought some penitence push-ups would probably suffice.
To be fair, the nutritional labeling on the So Delicious Ice Cream was really confusing. There were ingredients and then there were ingredients in parentheses and then more ingredients in sub-brackets behind parentheses.
I instructed Elizabeth to get to the bottom of this catastrophe immediately. She consulted our Sugar Goddess Manual while I drove, still clutching my carton of coconut perfection with a white-knuckled grip.
So, what did we decide? Have the mighty fallen? Did we break Lent? After an extensive amount of rationalization, we concluded that we have not.
Well, ok, maybe we did . . . but just by a tiny little bit.
scrambled egg whites with red
pepper, onions, tomato, and
mushrooms. dusted with my
new Whole Foods feta
|no sugar tomato sauce, a baked spaghetti squash, and|
lean venizon (because EZ-GO Joe is a cold blooded killer)
|venizon spaghetti squash masterpiece|
with side salad and flatbread
|with a side of panko breaded |