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Sunday, March 25, 2007

Pop Tarts and other memories.....

Now that I've actually bought my ticket to go to Houston in June, I'm getting very homesick. My friend Donna and I went to breakfast this morning and, since she's from Texas, we ended up talking about home and Texas things. Like really sweet tea, with no lemon. Kolaches. Goulash. Which I hated when I was growing up, but after talking about it, I'm making it for dinner tonight. With meatless meat, of course.

So, after breakfast, I went to the big BM (Ballard Market - as Steve calls it) and put in Willie Nelson's "Troublemaker" cd, which is old school gospel and always makes me think of West Virgina. And while I was at the grocery store getting the goulash fixins, along with stuff for Steve who is sick again, I passed by the pop tarts. Oh no........

When I was, what? Ten? Eleven? Mom would wake me up in the morning for school by leading me from my bedroom to the couch, where cartoons would be on the TV and a cup of Butter Nut hot chocolate and two frosted cinnamon pop tarts would be waiting on me. Looking back now, it wasn't the most wholesome breakfast but I'm sure it was hard enough to just get me out of bed in the morning. And if pop tarts made me happy, then so be it.

So I bought frosted cinnamon pop tarts. I'm eating one now.

Steve was quite heartbroken when he pulled those out of the grocery bag. He can't eat the frosted ones - there's gelatin in the frosting. Gelatin is a no-no for vegetarians. But because Ballard Market is so hip and organic, I found these - frosted, organic (no gelatin) apple cinnamon "toaster pastries". So I bought him those. Just as unhealthy as pop tarts, but vegetarian friendly. He smiled like a little kid. I told him I wouldn't dare by something like pop tarts, knowing he couldn't eat them, without balancing it out with something for him. I'm a good girlfriend like that.

So now I'm blue and nostalgic and all that crap.

It's a beautiful day here, but all I want to do is clean our office. I get like that on nice days. Weird, I know. I bet it's that whole "spring cleaning" thing. I've turned off the heat and opened some windows to air the place out because Steve has been popping raw garlic like Tic-Tacs for a week. It really does help keep the sickness at bay, normally, but I think his body is onto him now and resisting the garlic. Nonetheless, he's still at it. That's why I'm in the office and he's downstairs, curled up on the couch.


Anonymous Anonymous said...

You turned out fine on your pop tarts and hot chocolate. And I turned out fine on my cinnamon toast (on white bread - aackk!!) and chocolate milk. And my kids turned out fine on cereal with sugar listed as the first ingredient. And Tricia turned out fine on pizza and pizza. I see a pattern here. ;>) June will be here before you know it and you'll be home-sweet-home. And then you'll be ready to go back to Seattle.

4:40 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

....and not to mention a brownie for lunch for four years in high school!

8:34 AM  
Blogger Raechelle said...

Thanks for that, Val. Smartass.

Yes, a brownie, a bag of sour cream & onion chips and a coke. That's how I got this fantastic figure, huh?

12:58 PM  

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