As I sit here and eat all of my daily servings of vegetables at once, I realize that there are differences between frozen broccoli varieties.
I am eating what I thought was the regular. It said broccoli. That translates in the world of broccoli into 3/4 pound broccoli stems and 1/4 pound broccoli.
I just bit into something that was a bit woody. Maybe that ratio should decline a bit.
I now know what it means by "Broccoli Floret."
I don't discriminate against the stem, but I really wanted to eat some broccoli today.
Not joking. Ate very little broccoli out of this bag.
I just recently learned how to spell broccoli correctly. Can you tell by my incessant repetition of it?
Jane and Angela will appreciate this next one. I have gotten so good at shopping for Weight Watchers, that I have 15 points left to eat today. Dinner is over. I have eaten three solid meals today. I might be too good at this. All of my snacks are 1 and 2 points. I cannot eat that much. I could eat three pop tarts.
That just makes me ill.
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Ummm...yeah, I could eat three full meals and have enough left over to drink my weight in beer. Salsa and celery is a miracle combination. Thank God for pregnancy - no dieting here, but also no beer. Ah, well, I guess I'll drown my sorrows in a milkshake.
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