I've just come from the dermatologist (what is it with me and the appointments lately?!) and I am finishing my second cup of damn good and contemplating a pool day. It's one of those cloudy days where you start stuffing yourself into your swimming suit and then it looks like it's going to pour down rain at any moment, so maybe my exercise today will be the stuffing and unstuffing of my jiggly bits into spandex.
Did you know that swimming costumes for old beefy gals like me now come with bike shorts?! I got my very first pair of actual swimming shorts this year, and I am hooked. Not only do they properly cover my thighs...they hold my tummy in quite nicely and then I am able to hide it under my swim dress better!
(Yes, if I could, I would wear a full length, long-sleeved, turtleneck suit if they made such a thing. Nobody needs to see what's going on over here...I can promise you that.)
Jersey Boy Magoo is at the golfing, and then it will be time for dinner. Tonight I am making him a chicken cutlet sandwich with sharp provolone and broccoli rabe on Atlantic City Italian bread a la Tony Lukes. He loves them and they are so easy to make: Boil and blanch the broccoli rabe in salted water, pat dry, then sautee with lots of garlic in a little olive oil. Set aside. Pound boneless/skinless chicken breasts thin, dredge in flour, egg wash, and seasoned bread crumbs, and sautee in olive oil until gooden brown. Serve on a sub roll with the chicken, broccoli rabe, and shaved sharp provolove. (I like roasted red marinated peppers on mine).
As for me, I am contemplating a chopped salad. I might reserve a chicken breast and grill it for some protein, but methinks I will avoid the sandwich and behave myself.
I've not done well in that department, I'm afraid, but JB's trip will help me focus. I know it's not right to use him as an excuse, but the 1950's housewife in me feels awful if I'm not stuffing him full of good things to eat, and God forbid I don't have a table full of snacks for him at the ready.
(Amazing, though, how the snacks seem to disappear despite him never having any!)
Completely stupid, I know, since he neither expects nor needs any of that. So...the next two weeks will be all about me shifting the focus to both of our health and getting the food around here cleaned up and ship shape.
As I type this it has started to rain, so looks like it will be a stitchy day after all. I didn't stitch at all last night, so this will be a good day to lose a few hours in all of those glorious colors!
Happy September! Can you believe it's here? For a year filled with chaos, it sure is flying by!