I still feel crappy. Not bad enough to stay home from work, but bad enough to wish I had. I’ve got plenty of Odwalla C Monsters, soups, juice, etc. No, Mom, I haven’t had too much sugar. I have, however, been incredibly stressed & depressed. So that could have my immune system perhaps working a little less than optimal.
When I got home yesterday, Joe hadn’t yet gone to the grocery store and gotten my C Monsters or soup. So we went together. Wow. When I go by myself, I might spend $30-$40. I won’t say just how much we spent, but it was a LOT more. I got a couple of C Monsters, 4 cans of soup. He went nuts with the Amy’s and another brand of soup, and got me all kinds of lovely vegan and vegetarian soups. They were more expensive than my Progresso soups, know what I mean? I’m not complaining–I’ll definitely enjoy them. Well, most of them anyway. But more on that in a moment.
When we got to the frozen section, because I wanted some frozen fruit bars for sore throat relief, he suddenly frantically said that we needed to get some meat substitutes because he had to cook or he was going to go crazy! So I showed him where the vegetarian frozen stuff was, and he threw a Quorn turkey roast into the cart (I’ve never had this before–if any of you had, I’d appreciate hearing your opinions), along with some veggie meatballs and some Morningstar veggie crumbles. On our way out of the store, I showed him where the tofu and the uncooked hamburger substitute are. He picked up a package of some veggie lunchmeat substitute, and started going on about how too much soy isn’t good for people (?!?). Ok-ay then. Bless his heart, he’s really trying. I’ve told him that I don’t care if he eats meat around me, and I don’t even care if he cooks it at home, but I’m not going to eat it and I’m not going to cook it for him. And I do make use of some of those meat substitutes, but not as much as he seems to think. Mostly I just eat a lot of veggies, grains, and beans. I love me some good beans.
He was going on about how he wanted a roast, and while I was sickened at the thought of having to smell roast cooking in the house, I didn’t say anything to discourage him. But he changed his mind and just got a precooked chicken breast from the deli.
Okay–on to the story about the one can of Amy’s soup that I shan’t enjoy, before I get on to the Other. When we got home I went to lie down while he put the groceries away and heated up some soup for me. I went into the kitchen because it had been a while, and I was truly hungry, and there were two pots of soup bubbling on the stove. One had what looked like the Amy’s potato and leek soup, and the other was minestrone. Joe looked a little chagrined. It seemed like he’d gotten the brilliant idea to spice up the potato leek soup with–wait for it–steak sauce. Yeah. He handed me a spoon to taste it, and I nearly gagged. It tasted about as good as you might imagine. Needless to say, I had minestrone for dinner.
I read The Dark is Rising last night before falling asleep. I had to get the taste of that dreadful movie out of my mouth as quickly as possible. It had been torturing me. What a relief! The book is so brilliant that I cannot understand why they felt the need to take every good thing out of the script. I understand that a book cannot literally be taken word for word to place on the screen. However, there is no need for a book to be mutilated the way this one was, to the point where it’s unrecognizable save for the names of the characters and perhaps one memorable line from the book (that was given to a different character and placed at a different time within). They could have cut 2/3′s of the material and still kept to the heart and soul of the story.
Grumble mumble rumble. Stoopid moovie.
I’m rereading the whole series, while I’m at it. I’m now at The Grey King, and only have Silver on the Tree to go after that. If you haven’t read them, and you enjoy fantasy, you truly should. They’re stellar books.