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I learned that rice gets mushy and breaks apart if you cook it all night long in the Crock Pot. Just in case you couldn't live without that piece of information.
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Friday, I went back to Trader Joe's. While there looking at the yogurt, another woman who was next to me grabbed some. Then she moved on - I thought. After taking another minute or so to weigh my options (no pun intended), I grabbed a container of full-fat, plain Greek yogurt. She must have been lingering close enough to watch and see what I would grab because, when I put it in my cart she backed up and asked me what I was going to be using it for - baking or eating. I told her I planned on eating it (without going into details about my considering also using it as a starter to make my own yogurt). Then she asked me if I had looked at the calories in it. "No." I was thinking, "Do I look like the kind of woman who looks at calorie content?". But, I refrained. She then proceeded to give me a whole lecture about taste versus fat versus calories versus nutritional content and what she heard a dietitian say about it, blah, blah, blah, yada, yada, yada. In case you can't live without knowing what she eats; she likes the plain fat free yogurt, with fruit and honey added to it. I know, you'll sleep better tonight now. You're welcome.
I got really tickled in addition to my shock that this whole scenario was taking place to begin with. I was only laughing on the inside, though. It would have been rude to laugh out loud. I try really hard not to be rude on purpose. It might be helpful to paint a visual picture for you of what all of the Trader Joe's customers look like, though. Stick people. They all look like stick people. Except for me. I am definitely not stick people. I must have stuck out like a sore thumb while shopping at Trader Joe's. I must have looked like a fish out of water. I must have looked like a cow staring at a new gate. I must have looked like a deer caught in headlights. I must have...well, you get the point. So, anyhoo...I think it's super funny. I have this scenario playing in my head now of this nice, compassionate, stick woman with a heart of gold getting to tell all of her stick family and stick friends how she was able to reach out to a poor lost soul in Trader Joe's and help rescue her from the evil of excessive fat and calories. May the Good Lord bless her with health and prosperity for all of eternity. Amen.
So, this morning for breakfast I ate 2% fat Greek yogurt with raw honey and an organic banana sliced up in it. Maybe, if I keep shopping at Trader Joe's long enough I'll be stick people, too, one day. I hope that stick people-ness just happens like osmosis through the air in there or something. Wouln't that be awesome? Ok, I'm gonna go think about excercising now.
Lord, thank you for sending us stick angels from time to time. And, bless all the little pygmies in Africa. Amen
Lord, thank you for sending us stick angels from time to time. And, bless all the little pygmies in Africa. Amen
Peace out!
Pam
P.S. My blogger format has changed and I can't find my spell checker on here for the life of me. Please forgive if I look like I cain't spell. There's a good chance I cain't.