Wednesday, August 19, 2009

Mindful munching

All right, that's it. Really. I am fed up to *here* (raises goddessly hand) with aches and pains and sleepless nights, sneezes and wheezes and coughs and other unpleasant noises.

As much as I revere Raistlin Majere as a friend and role model, I am reasonably certain at this point that the archmage Fistandantilus is not using My body as a vacation timeshare.

So what does that leave?

Food.

*waaah* *sob* *sniffle*

In the name of all that is Springy, if it should come to pass that an allergy to chocolate is one of the culprits, I may be forced to auction off the Goddess of Chocolate magisterium on EBay. But in the meantime, I have some serious experimentation to do with My diet.

The Suspects:
  • Gluten. Fairly unlikely, as I went gluten-free for some months and didn't feel a whole lot different.
  • Chocolate. Actually, this is rather unlikely... One would think that I would have long ago keeled over from all those Mini-Eggs I eat in the spring. And then there's time I made a Jól wish for World Peace and Five Pounds of Turtles. Guess which one I got.
  • Sugar. Unlikely that there's an allergy or intolerance, but I could stand to cut back a bit. Okay, a lot.
  • Milk products. Possible, and definitely worth testing.
  • Eggs. Never actually tested for this.
  • Caffeine (Nooo! Not caffeine!)
  • All of the above.
Or, perhaps, just Too Much of All of the Above.

Rather than going all drastic and doing something I'll regret not doing later, I've decided to work closely with the Gods of Small Changes and, in effect, sneak up on Myself. So, this is where I start:
  • Decaf coffee as the default version.
  • No more butter with My muffins, unless the muffin really needs it.
  • No more 16-ounce frosty mugs full of pop.
  • And going to bed at least seven hours before I have to get up again.
That's it. That's all.

Eminently doable.

And re-doable, which is what really counts.

Monday, August 10, 2009

Wish List, Mk. II

As I mentioned in this post, over here, I have remarkable success getting what I want.

So I've decided to ask for a few more things...
  1. I want to lose some weight, and hereby declare My target to be 170 pounds with a variance of ±5 pounds.

  2. There are a couple of colognes I would really like to see back in circulation: Somewhere, by Avon; and Eau de Love. And not with those nasty, stinky synthetic odorants that have defiled most of the colognes made in the last fifteen years, either. Original formulas, or don't even bother.

  3. The album Tasty, by the Good Rats. Bought a copy of it in NYC in 1974, and would like to have it again.

  4. And if the Karma Faerie could please drop in on the various individuals who "disappeared" My electric twelve-string guitar, Chinese straight sword, and "SeeFood" coffee cup, I would be ever so grateful.

    Even more so to get these things, or reasonable facsimiles thereof, back in My possession.
Yes, I do love My Stuff. I am an unapologetic stuffophile, and I hope to keep it that way.

Thursday, August 6, 2009

Icelandic butter chicken, anyone?

Red, 'Chala and I drove up to Gimli, Manitoba last weekend for Islendingadagurinn, the annual Icelandic festival. The Parking Gods found us a lovely spot just off Centre Street. After a quick lunch at the Gimli Hotel (Pickerel burgers FTW!) we started exploring.

There is something uniquely disturbing about an Icelandic festival that has more than one booth selling henna mehndi tattoos. And the butter chicken mobile unit was definitely over the top. Although it's possible that the Æsir did migrate from India (by way of Mesopotamia, Anatolia, Troy, and perhaps the Etruscan territories, I would guess), I distinctly do *not* recall any Viking raids on Mumbai or Delhi. Or vice versa, for that matter.

The great irony in all this is that I adore East Indian cuisine. Never met a curry I didn't like; made ghee innumerable times; enjoy samosas with lots of sweet tamarind sauce; and someday hope to perfect My dhalpuri roti recipe.

But in the end we skipped the butter chicken and had ice cream instead. Then we watched an exhibition of Viking fighting techniques, rescued a slab of vinatarta from the bakery, and headed back to Winnipeg.

And stopped off at Tim Horton's for coffee before finally driving home.

Darn, this post is making Me hungry. (eats handwritten notes for essay and heads downstairs for a snack)