psycho vegetables 10/8/09

i was trying really hard to be regimented today and do the breakfast-lunch-dinner thing, but since i've perfected the art of waking up scattered, i managed to eat a square of swiss chocolate and a fig for breakfast. some licorice may have been involved, but like i said, i was scattered.

i decided that there's no such thing as too much fiber, so i ate this for lunch: it's a plate of roasted vegetables. broccoli, sweet potatoes, not sweet potatoes, broccoli, squash, garlic, onions and some veggie chicken thing.

have you ever eaten something and known that it was going to shock the shit out of your body? that's, quite literally, what happened to me.

i'll spare you the details because i've recruited some waspy friends as an audience and they're uncomfortable with doodie talk, but suffice it to say that amoebic dysentery doesn't hold a candle to this dish.

i'm not used to liking the taste of vegetables, but my mom did a great job on these. also, i think it's creepy when twentysomethings' mothers cook for them because it feels like a slippery slope, at the end of which we all move in with our mothers. the biggest problem with that is what when i think of grown men who live with their mothers, norman bates and leatherface are the first two names that come to mind.

anyway, i ravaged the first plate, went back for seconds and was all over them like europeans on techno. i felt full, but in that healthy, self-righteous way that anyone who's dieted could tell you all about.

so congrats to my mom for making a lunch that was healthy, colorful and incredibly delicious. i love her a lot, but we probably won't live together anytime soon, unless, of course, she's planning on buying a motel.