weekend pass

my father-in-law is arriving in town, probably about.....now, which means i will not be cooking the rest of the weekend. he politely pushes my cooking around the plate but he cannot restrain himself from making faces at my coffee (which coffee, for the record, everyone else on the planet loves). i have learned to not even try to cook for him any more; it's useless. i cannot cook things as blandly, as plainly, as boringly as he likes them, try though i might. so when he comes, we go out. and when he wakes up in the morning (hours and hours before any decent person), he walks up to the corner and gets coffee at the gas station while we sleep in, and everyone is happier this way.

to be honest, it's not like i've cooked up a storm all week. justin's new hours have him home several nights during the week now, and he has been doing the cooking. he cooked last night, too, but when i got home i smelled the brown basmati in the steamer (smells like popcorn!) and the tofu and veg in soyaki on the stove - one of my favorite meals - and my stomach said, "NO! absolutely not! it will be cake or nothing for me!" i just had a complete gd gd breakdown. the only thing i wanted (besides cake) was french toast. of course, we were out of syrup (sugar-free or otherwise), and the two eggs we had in the house expired over a month ago, but i didn't let it stop me. justin kindly packed up the food he had thoughtfully cooked into containers for our lunches, and we went to (ugh!) denny's, and i ate french toast - and sausage! - and sugar-free syrup. and it was good. i didn't eat all of it, and i didn't go nuts with the syrup (which still holds some peril with the gd gd), and my blood sugar went up only a little and was back within the usual range by this morning. it was totally worth it. i can make it a little while longer now.