I got an email this morning from someone who said she missed me talking about what I was eating! I know that I do enjoy reading about the meals that other people fix, but I always feel a little self-conscious about it because that's the thing that critics write about when they talk about personal journaling/blogging. But I guess I'm pretty much past the point of caring what other people think.
It was apropos because as I was fixing my lunch this morning I was thinking that it was kind of a cool lunch, and I should take a picture of it. Which I didn't, but anyway . . .
Since Bob's away from home now all day, I make his lunch for him to take to work. It's usually a sandwich--either tuna salad, ham or chicken, with something crunchy--either Cheetos or potato chips--and some fruit. Yesterday I also sent him some baby carrots and a little Ranch dip, because I was having some.
I've been trying to do low-carb again, so the main thing in my lunch this week has been roll-ups: a low-carb tortilla spread with chive cream cheese, and a slice of deli chicken, then rolled up and sliced into pinwheels. I also have some zucchini, fresh mushrooms and baby carrots with ranch dip, and some cup-up cantaloupe. I know carrots and cantaloupe aren't low-carb, but although I know the low-carb gurus would disagree, I find it hard to believe I can gain weight eating carrots.
Oh, and I have a low-carb dessert, too, which I invented. A spoonful of plain cream cheese, a dollop of sour cream, and some Splenda brown sugar. I don't measure anything, I just dump it all into one of the small Gladware containers and mix it all up. I always want a little something sweet after a meal, and if I do this, it keeps me from eating the Hershey's kisses that I keep on my desk for the guys.
Dinners are a little more problematic, and have been since Bob's been working at the store. Well, I suppose that's because he's not at home in the early evening to make me dinner every night. My default dinner, if I'm making it myself, is two low-carb tortillas with grated cheddar in between, melted in the microwave, then served with Pace Picante Sauce and sour cream. Bob's default dinner when he gets home is chicken flavor ramen noodles with a can of tuna mixed in. Neither of which are terribly nutritious, I know.
I had asked him if there was anything I could get for him, or anything I could make that he could re-heat when he comes home, and he said he missed me making casseroles. So this weekend I made one with macaroni, ground beef, onions, mushrooms and spaghetti sauce, topped with mozzarella, and he loved it. He made it last for about three days, I think. I'll probably do that again, maybe tonight -- he's working 'til close.
