Today, I don’t feel so much like writing. I think I wrote too much at work and used up all my words.
Instead, I feel like eating chocolate. And that shouldn’t be a problem because I just replenished my stash.
I love chocolate….and it loves me, too. Know how I know? There’s a love poem inside each one of these…
Found these on clearance at the Tar-zhay for $1 each. They were in my basket before I even knew what happened. Yup, I bought ‘em all. And they should last me a good, long time since I have to watch my caffeine while nursing. Only one little square at a time for the mama.
And on my last shopping excursion, I found this strange creature:
That’s right…bread and chocolate. It’s a chocolate bar with French bread in it. I’m going to h*ll, fo sho…
I’m not opening that one yet. It’s going to wait until I get in that French bread and chocolate mood. Don’t act like you don’t know that mood…
Don’t you just love the clearance aisle? I do…but it makes me sad, too. I often find my favorites in there, or products I’ve been wanting to try, and finding them there emblazoned with a big red clearance sticker is a little rush, no doubt, but it also means that those products are most likely being put out to pasture because nobody is buying them. Then, I can’t buy them anymore either. 
I hate that.
My latest trip to the clearance rack also yielded a box of cinnamon Clipper Tea (it seriously is a soft, fuzzy blanket and slippers in a mug) and a bottle of strawberry basil balsamic vinegar. Fun!
So, I mentioned that yesterday was my husband’s family reunion. That might seem the perfect vehicle for blog fodder, but it just didn’t happen. I was going to put together a side dish, but I totally s**t the bed and brought drinks.
I know. You don’t have to say it. Bad blogger. Bad foodie. Bad healthy eating advocate.
But at least I brought Honest Kids juice. It’s not even sweet, and it’s the only juice I’d give my kid out of a little bag if I did, in fact, give my kid juice.
We played some games and the husbo won a big watermelon. I was kind of stoked about that.
Then I won. What did I win, you ask? Well, I won this:
Yes, that is a 7.5 lb bag of sugar. Ummm…….yeah. That’s what I thought, too. 
The heat and humidity were out of control, but somehow I got talked into walking these steps carrying a 20-lb baby on my hip…
…and found this at the top! 
Who knew I’d find a big lake at the top of a flight of stairs? It was like finding Narnia or something.
My husband got a hankering for a nip of wine on the way home, so we stopped at a local winery (Hunter’s Valley) that’s just a little too far out of the way to visit regularly, and picked up two bottles for home. Way to multi-task!
I had only eaten some mixed bean salad at the reunion, so I was ravenous. I had visions of a falafel salad dancing in my head, so I got out the mix I had in the cabinet…
Did you all know about this stuff?
It was the easiest thing ever, inexpensive, and it made really good falafel! Better than I’ve had in a lot of restaurants even.
Who knew?!
I’ve been paying out the nose for falafel! NO MORE! Five bucks, my foot!
Falafel from scratch would be more impressive, yes. But this stuff is welcome in my pantry any time! Thanks, Casbah!
Feeling very proud of my warm falafel patties, I found them a home on top of a bed of organic greens and baby spinach, along with organic grape tomatoes, mushrooms, cucumbers, almonds, walnuts, cranberries, fresh crumbled pepper-crusted chevre, a few artichoke hearts and a dressing I threw together with dill from the garden. (I thought it was a lot like tzatziki, until I looked it up and realized that I had, in fact, made tzatziki.)
Wow. This post is way random, and I think it has too many links. I promise to be more coherent tomorrow.
I’m gearing up for my first giveaway in the next few days, so be sure to check back in soon!
‘Nite. Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzz……………
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Have you ever made falafel from scratch? How did it turn out?
Do you ever have trouble stitching the pieces of your day together into one cohesive blog post?
and finally,
what would YOU hope to find at the top of that flight of stairs?
