waterlilysage

o happy birthday the rizz!

everybody send thumbrings good love because he is the bestest, and also because he is sick on his birfday and that’s not as it should be. also because i love him for his sticker-love, his bike-love, his boy-gadget love, and his obsession with amassing his media collections. and for his crazed-plantlet-coddling-sage-love. that most of all.

here’s to you, my husband, kick that sinus infection so we can all love you up.

yours, sage

do you people eat your fruits and vegetables? i mean really, all that recommended portions and shite: who eats that much food? 9 servings?

i think i eat ok. both in terms of quantity and quality. maybe a little on the fatty/salty side, but whatever. i really don’t see how it’s possible to consistently eat that much fruit and veg, every day, even if you did eat three squares a day. and frankly, i don’t.

so, i drink my espresso milk thing in the morning. i stopped drinking oj in the morning years ago, partly because it just started to feel very full of acid on my morning belly. partly i just got into the habit of not. anyway. so no fruit for me in the morning. i drink coffee. i maybe make scrambled eggs or an egg sandwich or very-mebbe make oatmeal in the winter. maybe i eat a cookie or a bit of bread and butter/jam. just too much to contemplate more than that when i’m waking up.

lunch during the week i nuke a frozen burrito sumpin sumpin from Trader Joe’s, or some noodle dish. if i’ve remembered to get to the store and buy them. or bring leftovers from dinner now and again, if there are any. if i don’t have anything from home i’ll either duck down to the cafe in my library and grab a sammich, or a salad, or a bagel, and also one of those odwalla heavenly drink bits. that’s lunch. maybe there’s a couple of servings there if i get the odwalla. supposed to be like 55 fruits in those things or something.

then dinner. we eat a lot of burritos. rice beans meat of some sort usually. plain yogurt and hot sauce. cheese. me with tomato and avocado and (gasp) lettuce on top if it’s in the house. not always the reality however. we eat a lot of grilled meats and salads or sauted greenbeans or spinach (or last night, snap peas!) fairly consistent routine of pasta, though much less of that than i used to make. either with red sauce or sauted veggies or sausage. anyway, my point, is that normally there’ll be 1 veggie at dinner, but not always. sometimes a couple.

that’s what, 3-4 a day? frankly eating more food than that doesn’t make sense to mah belly. and substituting veggie servings for the pasta or burrito or meat doesn’t work for me. it’s not enough carbs or protein. and god forbid i substitute a veg at breakfast for the cookie or bread? what am i supposed to eat brocolli instead of a fig newton? that doesn’t make any sense.

thing is, i think i’m healthy. and generally well stuffed. you people know me, i like to eat, and don’t shy away from the greenery, but honestly i don’t think there’s enough meals or hunger in the day to eat all the servings of everything we’re supposed to eat.

maybe i just have my portions all out of whack.

do you eat 5-9 servings of fruits and vegetables a day?

full of tasty ansill eats. thankee to some brooklyn friends for this wedding present funded dinner.

miss o the cat is curled next to me licking and licking and licking her belly, small grunts escaping, trying to groom and purr at the same time. very intent, this cat of mine. she’s taken to hanging out in the basement, lounging on a broken down uhaul moving box down there. she sleeps all day, then when we get home she calls up from the depths, existential cries. she’s not very bright, but she’s cute, so it evens out.

i am yoga’d, there’s some kind of npr moment happening on the radio. and the rizz is ensconsed on his ‘puter.

and we are full of asparagus and gnocchi and spinach and beets and cured meats and me with the shrimp and avocado and wine.

we may be fully submerged in the lazy ease of the kind of quiet wednesday-night childless domesticity that lipby ruminates on, on occasion, but there it is. sometimes it’s nice to indulge in some nice food after a stupid day at work.

lust.

let’s all go and live in copenhagen and undertake the delightful work of bicycle advocacy on heels. yes, that’s right, heels, not wheels. the milanese ladies rolled this way as well, you see.