September 9, 2000
I have two cups I am quite fond of
-- one is the cobalt blue glass standard shape coffee mug and the other is the
clear Irish coffee mug. Ney, my 2nd college dorm roomie and I had a mess of
glasses we'd bought cheaply at Kmart and we each had our favs and the rest were
for anyone else who dropped by for cappuccino. I can't remember how many people
in the building we played coffee hostess to. And yes, more than 20 people can
fit into a dorm room.
Anyway, we split the mugs between
us when we moved on to flats and I still have mine and I like drinking out them
more than I like drinking out of the mugs that go with the dishes we've
got.
 So I am
totally into breakfast smoothies again because I love that glass. Just got
tired of cereal-spoon-bowl type stuff. With Karen after me to get my protein
needs bumped up from "regular" to "sports" oriented, I
figured I better revise my standard smoothie recipe. Here goes:
Fruit
Smoothie
- 1 cup frozen
blueberries (or strawberries or whatever other fruit)
- 1 banana
- 1 cup Edensoy Extra
Vanilla soy milk
- 1/2 cup oat bran (or
rolled oats)
Blend smooth. Makes 2
cups.
If you use oat bran, it's
smoother. If you powder the rolled oats in the blender before adding the rest
of the stuff, it comes close but might still be a bit gritty. If you want it
really thick, combine the oats with the soy milk and nuke it for a minute
before adding the rest. The blueberries is my fav at the moment. Those dark
black skin flecks and the white oat flecks in that awesome purple-y
liquid.
Consider this coming week is
5 A Day Week, my
rediscovering my glasses is not a bad thing at all!
[...]
Paul's feeling just as gooshy as
I've been feeling. Thursday he bought me
Eloise in Paris and came home and read the whole thing to
me while I sat in his lap. Friday, he e-mailed me at my work address:
Date: Fri, 8 Sep 2000
12:15:38 -0400 (EDT)
From: Paul
To: Cat
you cute in your little half gorilla
nest.
That busted me up laughing.
"Gorilla nest" refers to my habit of surrounding myself with pillows
if he's not there to sleep up against.
I told him I found it and he
grinned and kept scribing lines on his model plane. (I think he's
past a
dozen planes now. I'm not sure because they all look the same to me -- Paul
holding a hunk of plastic every time I see him in the living room.)
After I told him it was cute, I
suddenly asked him if we had to date all over again would he prefer to do it
like people do it now or like people used to with the chaperones and the porch
swings and all that. I don't know why that popped into my head but it
did.
"Hrm... That
does have it's charms..."
"But? I can see a but
coming..."
"But I think I'd want to get
laid. Now if I could have porch swings AND get laid..."
"Where --- on the porch
swing?" me laughing.
"We've never been on a
swing," he mused.
"We've never had a swing to
be on!" I countered. "Wanna get one?"
"Yaaaaaay!
Swiiiiiings!"
And people say romance is dead.
What's it like in a hammock?
~Astrophe
  
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