Food discoveries

>> Wednesday, April 21, 2010

Food is a huge, huge (huge) part of my life. I spend quite a bit of time each day deciding what I'm going to eat, and getting really excited about it. That's just how I roll. With this whole new trying-to-be-healthy thing, it's sometimes more difficult to get excited about food, but still, I'm trying to make changes that I know will stick -- it doesn't make sense for me to resign myself to eating food I hate, because I will wind up falling back into old habits eventually.

Last night, I went to ShopRite armed with a list for Xavier and determined to find food that he will love and that won't make him break out in hives. I started with fruits and vegetables (no, I don't know what kind of pear that is, Checkout Guy. I don't eat pears, so just pick one on your little ring-up computer) and noticed the "organic" section right next to it. I pointed my cart in that direction and walked up and down the four aisles and just started throwing healthiness into my cart. Like Vans wheat-free frozen pancakes. Yum.

This morning, I opened a new purchase for myself -- Cascadian Farms Honey Nut O's -- and tasted one: not bad. I had hope for the O's in milk, fat free though it might be. I was wrong. The O's began to mush-i-fy as soon as the milk hit them, and there's nothing worse that soggy cereal. Soggy cereal is too close to oatmeal, and oatmeal is flavored vomit in a bowl. So the Honey Nut O's went to a coworker for her hubby, and I moved on to Plan B: Fiber One Chocolate Fudge Toaster Pastries. Well, one toaster pastry, which is 3 points.

I toasted (warmed, really) it up a bit and took a bite: not decadent by any means, and not quite the S'mores PopTart of my younger years, but definitely edible. Mmm.

Now I wish I hadn't wasted all of my milk on that cereal...

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Steph and Bill

We officially met at Rowan University, in Bozorth Hall, in publication layout class in January 2003: Bill was a student, I was the professor’s helper. He kept pretending he didn’t know how to make bulleted lists, but I knew he just wanted me to keep running over to his computer.


We basically moved in together and started dating at the same time, and spent a couple of years hanging out and dreaming about the future and driving up and down the NJ Turnpike from our parents houses to “our” apartment in Glassboro, until we both moved back home after graduation from grad school. Where the pressure to get married already really started.


On June 17, 2005, I suggested we go into the city to see the Empire State Building, because it was something neither of us had ever done. On the walk from the train, I put on my left hand a ring he had given me for Christmas — I said I didn’t need a ring to know we were going to get married, and anytime he got around to it was fine. Whatever. Typical Steph-fighting-words.


When we got to the Empire State Building, I tried to go inside, but he kept me outside, saying how big the building was. I said, yeah, that’s great, let’s go inside, and started to walk toward the door. He grabbed my arm and spun me around to kiss and hug me, and said, Take that ring off that hand. If you’re going to have a ring on that hand, it has to be the right one. And he put his hand in his pocket and pulled out a box and got down on his knee on the New York concrete and proposed. People coming out of the building stopped to watch. I cried.


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Miss Maeberry

Miss Maeberry came into our lives on March 24, 2007. She was born Jan. 11 of that year in the Poconos, and we rescued her as soon as we could. (Not really, but, well, we were glad to bring her home from the breeders’.) She was a tiny, scared, little bundle of fur … and then she grew up. Aside from the plethora of health issues she has, she’s a bit crazy. But we love her anyway.


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Xavier Shea

The love of all of our lives, and the main subject of this blog. Xavier came into our lives on Aug. 1, 2009, and quickly shot up both on the growth charts and in our hearts.


Let’s not waste anymore time here and just get to it, shall we?

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