Pasta is Fasta

Walking up the stairs this morning, I was hit by a wall of cheese. Not literally... Although, that would not have left me particularly shocked after having years of experience living in this house of weird. However, there was a very strong smell of warm Parmesan cheese, or as it's called in the Dawson household, "stinky cheese".

I knew immediately what my sister was eating for breakfast and our conversation went something like this:

"Stinky cheese and noodles?"

"Yup."

"What happened to not having enough time in the morning to make a weird breakfast?"

"This doesn't take a lot of time." *om nom nom*

She was right, of course. It doesn't take much longer to heat up some leftover pasta and shake some stinky cheese over it than it does to scoop a blob of yogurt into a bowl. In fact, Maddie had so much time left over after her pasta breakfast, that she decided to test this hypothesis by getting herself a few spoonfuls of yogurt to round off her meal. I've got to be honest, I felt a sister bonding moment as we both munched on our yogurt at the breakfast table together, even if she was texting the entire time.

After breakfast, my morning continued on in its usual strange way. On my way to the bus stop, I noticed that one of my neighbours had decided leaving their front door open was a fantastic idea and I was "greeted" by their herd of dogs who had apparently decided that I was a threat. As I was attempting to innocently walk to where I needed to go, those three dogs ran at me with a purpose, barking their crazy little heads off the entire time. So, the first thing I did today consisted of yelling at some stranger's dogs. Fortunately, they seemed to sense the annoyance building behind my eyes and returned to running aimlessly and barking at the wind while I made my escape.

Good thing the lady who walks her cat in my neighbourhood every morning wasn't out yet..

Mamma Mia!

It's been a while since my last post and since I've given up on trying to understand chemistry, I'll write a new one!

Maddie's breakfast was not particularly exciting since it consisted of two pieces of toast with peanut butter. Nevertheless, I helped the dog attempt to mooch Maddie's toast off of her because I was bored and peanut butter looked really yummy this morning.

Mom, on the other hand, ate leftover spaghetti with her own home made tomato sauce for breakfast. Apparently, pasta is what you want to eat before a yin yang yoga flow class. Seeing as she isn't an avid watcher of "The Office" like the rest of the family, mom was probably unaware that Michael Scott has already proven that heavy pasta (especially fettuccine alfredo) is not the ideal fuel to consume before exercising. Luckily, there was no barfing during any downward dog poses so I guess mom's Italian cuisine craving didn't have any seriously negative consequences.

Also. Tomatoes = healthy
We also happen to still have a lot of them.

And after mother and I returned home with our hips and hamstrings all stretched out, we ate our weight in garlic hummus. What the hell, right? I'm not going out in public today. Mom's co-workers just better not get too close..

At least we know we won't have any vampire problems anytime soon. 

"What did you have for breakfast, today?"

It seems that's the opening line to 85% of the conversations I have with my sister. She's no longer phased by my blunt approach, but I don't think she ever was. It has gotten to the point where neither of us is thrown off by the other sister's odd behaviour. Sometimes I stand on her lap as she's trying to browse the internet and sometimes she steals my dirty clothes without telling me she needs them to justify starting a load of laundry to wash one pair of jeans. What can I say? It's genetic.

Getting back to breakfast, though...

Her answer to the daily breakfast inquiry was "banana nut cheerios" because she apparently did not have enough time to make a crazy meal before her volleyball tournament this morning. Excuses.

Luckily, Kristen, Maddie's BFFLLLLLLLL (omg), was here to save the day with her reply of "I ate fried mashed potatoes, if that helps."

....If that helps?!?! Well, DUH. Of course it does! We nearly suffered a boring breakfast blog due to Maddie's lack of creativity and Kristen just revived this whole production!

Gosh.

The two of them then proceeded to talk about eating potatoes in their own weird language that appears to resemble English but must not actually be English since one can only understand bits and pieces of what they're saying. I really wish I was able to recall how that conversation went but they were simply speaking too quickly for me to retain any of it in my already overloaded brain.

I did manage to catch, "Do you ever put gravy on it?" "Oh ya, I definitely did."

Gravy and fried potatoes. Add some cheese curds and you've got breakfast poutine.

Note to self: Add breakfast poutine to the menu of my future restaurant.

Those Darn 8AM Meat Cravings

I think it's safe to say that university is a stressful situation for any student. The amount of studying/homework/running to classes that one has gotta do is insane. Who has time to prepare a particularly nutritious breakfast on a morning when your first class starts at 8 AM and all you really want to do is drink a barrel of coffee? Pretty much nobody, that's who.

So, I guess it's justified to pick up an easy-to-grab breakfast and coffee on your way to that dreaded class. You're lucky to be on time after sprinting like an Olympian to catch the early bus with the cranky driver that obviously hasn't consumed enough coffee prior to starting his route. Coffee, a muffin, or even a breakfast sandwich from Subway or Tim Hortons is an acceptable way to go, in my opinion. But the one thing I've seen waaaaaaaaay too much of recently is the consumption of burgers for breakfast.

Seriously? Eating an A&W burger that early in the morning is NOT acceptable, no matter how bad your meat craving is. I don't care how delicious that uncle burger may be, you're going to be tasting that thing for the rest of your day. That amount of grease is not the ideal thing to be eating that early in your day.

On top of that, you've got the makeshift burger concessions scattered throughout campus fundraising for various things by selling freshly grilled meat patties to all the hungry students rushing around. But I frequently see them already set up and grilling by 9:30 AM!

What is this? Why are we ingesting so many burgers?? Does A&W really run out that quickly???

I know my criticism of this type of breakfast choice probably seems rather hypocritical given the fact that my family is generally eating weirder things than burgers in the morning. However, I still think beef before noon should be a no-no. Just sayin'.