Running from Texas

I seriously had to stop following a blog because the writer claimed her love for…. The Texas Roadhouse. I just can’t tolerate that.

Actually, I had a recent almost meal at the cow cruelty restaurant. I had the recent choice of getting to choose where to eat for my birthday dinner. Of course I had no idea what I wanted to eat and because I tend to feel guilty all the time I didn’t want to choose the expensive local restaurant I really wanted to eat at. Mike and I drove around for awhile trying to decide where to eat. Steak sounded good so we made the leap into the Texas Roadhouse.

We leapt out after waiting for 5 minutes. It felt soooo wrong. Not only did I question the nutritional value of the cow I might put into my mouth, but also the people around me who clearly did not have thoughts about the cow. This was not the company I wanted to keep on my birthday.

As we were sitting waiting two obnoxious boys came running down to the peanut (really we need peanuts before our 2000 calorie meals?) bin and started throwing them on the ground. We left promptly after.

The lesson? We love ourselves too much…and we are total snobs…in a very good way.

Sunday Suppa: trans fat free

Once again I skipped out on the new recipe bit and decided to go for a classic. I knew I would be needing comfort food with a new temp job commencing the next day and more importantly after the stress of putting the final touches on my wedding invitations.

I love my Italian food. I cannot wait to someday travel to Italy where I can drink wine and eat delicious food followed by a nap outside in some olive grove. Unfortunately, that time is not anywhere near now. Instead, I eat my good Americanized Lasagna as quickly as possible. Someday I will join and relish in the slow food movement.

My night was not completely lost to invitations and barely tasting my dinner. We made a warm batch of brownies from a box. Fear not, the box was carefully selected to be trans fat free and the brownies were made from an egg from a chicken raised in a certified humane way.

I ate my warm brownie with a bowl of vanilla ice cream. Sundays are not the healthiest days of my week, but it makes all my impending exercise seem so worth it.

Deer inspires self-righteousness

I admit I was driving to Walmart. We do not have a Target in Vermont that makes us feel better about buying cheap plastic products. It felt like it was time for some spring cleaning action at my house and in an attempt to try to save some money I willed myself in the direction of the devil store. Mother Earth saved me.

A deer was dead in the median of the interstate and I was immediately sad. Lately, road kill has been bothering me. Then, it came to me:

Fxxx Walmart! What am I doing? I have a planet to protect and save. So I’m using a little more gas now, but I drive a Honda Civic so that is better than tons of other people.

I drove right past Walmart towards Healthy Living, also known as Wealthy Living. While driving my thought tangents proceeded. Sometimes I get so annoyed with my parents generation or in general people between the ages of 40-65. I like to hold them responsible for the planet’s meltdown and continued meltdown because they keep on buying SUV’s, processed foods, and non-reusable frappe-mocha-somethings from Starbucks. I know us twenty-somethings do similar things, but I also know that most of us do not have the buying power that our parents do.

I left Wealthy Living, feeling less wealthy in cash, but better about my overall contribution. That deer had a lot of purposes on the planet, but I bet it did not have the instinct to know that it was going to inspire a twenty-something young woman to pass by the devil store and do the right thing. Fxxx Walmart!

Yup, I am a self-righteous bitch and proud of it.