On Monday it was abundantly clear that the Universe hated me, at least when it came to food. I was trying my hardest to actually put in effort to eat responsibly but the Universe was having none of that rubbish.
It all started the night before. I couldn’t sleep, not a single wink. I tried and all that happened was I was left staring at the ceiling. At 530am I gave up and decided to get up, figuring that I could enjoy the quiet time to catch up on some blogging. I also figured that since I was awake, I may as well eat some breakfast.
I have never been much of a breakfast eater so I settled for a shake instead. I had some in the cupboard that I hadn’t touched in a while but they were out of date. I figured it was just powder and it wouldn’t make a difference. Oh it makes all the difference. Milk solid powder might last longer than milk, but it still tastes the same once it’s past its used by date.
Giving up on the shake I tried for some toast. That wasn’t be either because the bread was mouldy and I had forgotten that the Vegemite had run out on the Friday before. It was grocery day so the cupboards were looking a bit mother hubbard. I gave up on the breakfast idea and decided to have a glass of cordial instead…the cordial that ran out the night before.
Putting all of this behind me, I decided to get on with the groceries, looking forward to my usual treat of sushi afterwards. I had actually gotten through the groceries in a reasonable amount of time so I got Mr 5 donut and headed off to the sushi place to get my lunch.
All was going well, they had all of the kind I liked so I put the container of sushi in one of the shopping bags and made my way home. This was to be my undoing. Mr 5 wanted to eat lunch at the shop…maybe I should have listened to him. I got home, packed away the groceries and settled on the couch to eat my sushi. It was hitting all of the right spots until I got to the egg salad roll. It appeared that the soy sauce sitting under the roll had leaked through it, it tasted foul. At least I got to eat 2 rolls before my lunch was spoiled.
I gave up on food for the rest of the day. Instead I looked forward to the creamy pasta I had planned to make for dinner. I had hacked away at the packet of frozen bacon that I had been too lazy to separate so that I didn’t have to defrost 1kg of bacon. I put out the chicken in the fridge to defrost and I couldn’t wait to have my creamy pasta. At 530pm I walked into the kitchen, ready to make dinner.
The chicken was defrosted by this stage and I grabbed it out of the fridge so I could start dinner. I looked at the packet…and you know where this going don’t you…that’s right it wasn’t chicken. It wasn’t even fit for human consumption meat, it was dog food. I was devastated. I searched through the freezer and there was no chicken to be found, at least none that wasn’t in nugget form.
I resigned to having nuggets for dinner, I figured at least I couldn’t bugger that up. Oh how the Universe laughed and laughed. I burnt the fuckers, not even the dog would eat them. At this point I just gave up and we had a sandwich for dinner.
Have you had a day recently where it felt like the Universe was just taking the piss?
Oh no!!!!!!! That’s terrible. Gosh I hate those days when nothing seems to go right! Fingers crossed for a really good food day coming up for you soon! xx
I know I shouldn’t laugh, but this is so the kind of thing that happens to me! If one thing goes wrong, everything will!
LOL. You make me laugh though. “I burnt the fuckers and not even the dog would eat them”. That’s hysterical. I did that with the garlic bread the other night AND burnt my wrist in the process. Given I was making garlic bread to fill the family up (given the rest of the meal was a measly salad due to my health kick) it made for a rather grumpy household.
I hope your week got better.
Leanne @ Deep Fried Fruit
I too had a laugh at your comment about the nuggets. I really hate it when you have those sort of days. I had a day recently where I was so clumsy that I seemed to be dropping things everywhere. I couldn’t even walk near the bench without accidentally knocking something off. I soon resigned to the couch for some relief.