Hello Again Paula, You're Looking Fine

Guess what I did yesterday? I asked my husband this very question, and he said, "Went for a walk?" I said no. He said, "Put up the new chandelier?" I said, uh, no. I watched Paula Deen! A whole show! I'm not sure he got the significance of that. But after being unable to look at a print ad of food, let alone sit through a single television commercial (I hate you more than ever, Quizno's) for the last two months, watching a WHOLE cooking show is a momentous occasion.

And are you ready for this? I even shopped for, and cooked one of the items she made (beefy mac, though of course I didn't actually consult her recipe at all. Not EVERYthing has changed around here). There just may be hope for me yet. (Okay, I'm still too preoccupied to post a picture quite yet, but soon. Soon...)

#12 Beach Club, Hold the Mayo, Tomato, and Cucumber

I'm eating my third Jimmy John's sandwich this week at this moment. It is a very plain sandwich, minus several veggies that I normally find appealing, and it is often the only thing I can think of in the whole entire world that doesn't make me want to hwarf at the concept of eating. I have some friends who have been told to avoid coldcuts while pregnant, but I am slipping by on the loophole right now that my doctor hasn't mentioned it. I also know that Chris would be a lot happier if I could find something at the grocery store that I would like to eat, but try as I might, sometimes I can't think of one single thing. One thing made him happy, though: we switched my meds to Costco tonight (from Walgreen's), and found that they cost TEN times less. That's right, down from $300 to $30 for no discernible reason. Yay! Let's celebrate with a sandwich!

This is the type of culinary thrill-ride that I've left you guys out of the loop on for way too long, and I've decided to begin to share again. You're welcome!