Guess what day it is????
It’s FRIIIIIIIIIDAY! And you know what that means, don’t you???
Linking up with my Five Minute Friday with the lovely Kate Motaung today. There’s no place I would rather be.
There’s some options with this one.
I could go all grim and literary and “ABANDON ALL HOPE, YE WHO ENTER HERE” ish. It would be literary, I guess. But heck, I don’t really feel like going for Dante’s Inferno today. Life is hot enough.
Or, I could go all biblical and talk about living life with Jesus with abandon, and then providing seventeen thousand memes from Pinterest on what that means. Some of those memes will have a smiling woman with perfect hair smelling daisies in a field, because this is what you do when you start living your life fully. You smell daisies in a field. And you get good hair. Or, there will be at least one with a kitten trying to do something heroic, like facing down a rottweiler, “with abandon.” The cuteness will touch our hearts and almost all of you would NOT envision the kitten becoming kibble in the next frame.
But I would.
So, we’re going to skip these ideas and go for the best option:
Abandon the quinoa.
Ok, bear with me here. Let me explain.
Last night’s dinner involved me opening a package of bean burritos. This caused me some guilt. I felt bad as I ripped the bag open and all those frozen bricks of poor nutrition spilled out on the cooking sheet. And, as I stared down at them, the dejected lumps of beans and carb overload, I thought,
“I must make this right.”
I know. In the spectrum of bad choices frozen burritos might be perceived wearing white after Labor Day bad. Which, to be honest, I am not even sure is a thing anymore. But, still. Dinner was highly uninspired. So, I thought…
QUINOA! QUINOA WILL FIX THIS! IT FIXES EVERYTHING!
I was under the supposition that it’s super healthy. It’s the kale of grains. It will, with one healthy spoonful, make my meal so off the charts good for you that my family will start glowing with vim and vigor, and recruiters will show up at the door to enter them into Olympic events.*
Alas, it was not to be.
Quinoa, as my son put it, “Tastes like cat litter.”
I have to say I agree. Quinoa is little balls of despair. If virtue had a taste, it would not be quinoa.
If sand had a healthy big brother? Quinoa.
Sand and litter aside, I tried to make the quinoa better. I added so many ingredients to it that by the end of my manhandling of the quinoa it was whimpering, “Just leave me alone… ” and I was considering adding beef jerky to it. Or bacon. Because, as we all know:
BACON! BACON WILL FIX EVERYTHING!
Instead, I made everyone eat one bite and I acted like I did too. And then I threw the little granules of edible Quikrete into the trash. Wanna know why? Because in this case…
TRASH CAN! TRASH CAN WILL FIX EVERYTHING!
walk away from you, quinoa. You are not worth all my dreams of healthy meals and phytonutriants (whatever those are) and glowy children who are the next superstrain of humanity. I will no longer feel guilt that my dinners, sometimes, are out of a frozen bag. The next time I reach into the freezer for inspiration I’ll just start humming “Let it go…”
The cold never bothered me, anyway.
And now Frozen’s in your head, isn’t it? You’re welcome.
*Possible Olympic Events that My Family Could Do:
- Nonexistent washing when washing hands.
- Sudden-paralysis walking when cleaning floor.
- Power-smashing the brother.
- Interpretive Dance with those ribbon thingies (that’s the husband. He ROCKS the interpretive dance, I tell you. Ask him about it! He’ll be thrilled to show you!)