I don't eat a lot of breakfast. Yesterday I made my son frozen Eggo waffles with syrup. He ate about half of it and I ate the other half.
I got to work at noon and had coffee. And we always have what we call a pizza break, where we try the pizza for the pizza station, so I had sausage pizza. The food is really good, but I eat a lot of old people's food. It's good, but very old school. Like for the fine dining restaurant, they do a lot of veal with mint jelly. They want meat and two vegetables; they want lamb chops with rice and green beans, not composed dishes.
For lunch, I had a BLT. I'm a white bread-only girl. I don't want wheat bread.
Around 4 o'clock, I always have coffee and a little scoop of ice cream to get me through the day. Strawberry ice cream: I'm a sucker for it.
I was home by 7:30 or 8; I had a glass of cheap red wine. Normally, it's a Pinot Noir or something. I had some Triscuits and hummus. I do make my own hummus with a lot of lemon juice and garlic. It lasts forever, so I can snack on it. I eat a lot of Port Salut cheese, too.
By the time I get home, I'd rather have a glass of red wine than cook. I used to cook every night until I was divorced. Now it's like that scene in "Under The Tuscan Sun," where Diane Lane is just picking at that chicken. Mainly dinners are always picking. I just eat a lot of my child's leftovers. I eat a lot of Cheerios and Goldfish.
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