**WARNING***WARNING**WARNING** The following post follows absolutely no logical order of the events in the past 48 hours.
Apparently, I was not meant to ride today.
A little bit bummed. I kept getting delayed in getting to take Teddie out, and then when I did get to start working with him, A decided it’d be a good idea to mow. Not usually a bad thing, right? Well, the mowing that needed to be done was right along the indoor. This resulted in it sounding like WWIII was taking place outside. Not because it was a loud lawnmower – but because there were tons of rocks and they kept getting spat out next to us. The first time sounded like there was an explosion right outside, and I just about jumped out of my boots.
We worked through it until about the fourth explosion, where I decided maybe I best wait for tomorrow 😉 Teddie handled it surprisingly well (we were just doing some ground work in the indoor at the time) but I could only imagine riding and happening to be in the same spot as boulders were being thrown at from the outside!
Apparently, I can’t get salads off of the brain, and tonight realized how long it’d been since I had a sweet potato in a salad.
Apparently, I always need to come up with some sort of homemade dressing of sorts.
Peach-Curry Yogurt Dressing
- 1/2 a peach, peeled
- 2 T. plain greek yogurt
- salt and pepper, to taste
- 1 t. honey
- ~1/4 t. sweet curry powder
- ~1/4 t. poppyseeds
Puree or mash the peach…
add in err’thang…
What’s your favorite kind of dressing? Do you usually make them yourself or go for a good-ol’ store-bought dressing?
I haven’t been using store-bought because I actually don’t even have any in the house, save for some Italian. I’ve entertained the idea of picking some up, though. Any suggestions? It’s gotta be really fabulous, though, to keep me enamored for the entire bottle 😉
Apparently, This salad wasn’t quite enough for my hungry self. After spending an afternoon trying to find an elusive tack sale, we got home late and I went right to playing with Georgie. While my mom and I were out we did all the evening chores and before we knew it, it was 4:15. This means I went snack-free all day today, and I was hangry for dinner. The salad was fantasmic, but I followed it with dinner #2/dessert.
Apparently, I don’t often enough sing my praise for sweet potatoes. I mean, I always say they’re fantastic and all…but really. A food that can go from a dinner-plate to a dessert plate needs a crown or something…
Apparently, plums + banana + cashew is the only way to be when it comes to choosing brekkist toppings…
Apparently, I don’t think this combo lends itself well to peanut butter, and rather, I think of alternatives to include the wonder food…
And yes, apparently I was thinking of yesterday morning’s overnight oats when I made these waffles this morning.
Although I apparently didn’t feel like a nut or seed butter of some sort was necessary. That’s saying something, folks!
These breakfasts were both very much appreciated after waking up feeling like I’d stacked away a couple hundred hay-bales. No, silly – that was last week! It was a good feeling, though. That’s what some serious yoga sculpt and pilates does to me. Don’t laugh, I’m not as fit as all ya’ll!
Apparently, I should start a weight-loss blog for Teddie after spying him “sharing” Blue’s breakfast. Is anybody willing to help and support him in his endeavors?? (well, it’d probably be more like my endeavors, I don’t think Teddie cares if he has a shapely figure or not.)
Apparently, when no tomatoes are in sight and you don’t feel like opening a can of tomato paste – a good tomato sauce will fit the bill just fine 🙂 After an unplanned long length of time at the barn this morning – I was more than ready for this lunch before hunting for above-mentioned elusive tack sale.
For what it’s worth, we finally found it the “old fashioned” way. We took a friend’s TomTom just for fun…and it led us to a corn-field. Lesson learned: GPS systems are stupid. Either ask for directions or use google. (well, sometimes Google is no use, either. Or maybe it’s just Vermont…)
Luckily, said tack sale just so happened to have a surcingle…and I was just saying earlier that I needed to get one because I wanted to work Teddie in side-reins, and it’d also be useful for the girls (a.k.a. Maya and Georgie)
aaaand, apparently, putting butter on spaghetti isn’t weird after all, and everyone has mean siblings. It’s funny how vividly I can remember being dropped on the cinder block. It was a Monday night (spaghetti night growing up, for your information) and only my dad was home, so he gave me an orange popsicle to numb the pain. My mom came home and we had spaghetti (with butter and sauce, thank you) as per usual. That probably makes her sound like a bad mom for not taking me somewhere, but I was fine by then.
And I probably wanted my spaghetti…