I am starting to love my Mondays. Not having to get up in the morning is a great way to start the day. But I wound up waking up at 7:30 am anyway. I guess my body is used to this new routine. My inner alarm clock pushes me to get out of bed by 7:00 am most mornings. Even though my brain tells me I need to sleep until the last minute and hit the snooze button like a gazillion times. No wonder I used to feel tired all the time.
Today was a pretty great day. I put on a fresh pot of coffee – also known as nature’s natural laxative. I had a couple of pieces of toast and jam for breakfast. I decided to say screw it. I miss bread.
I spent the morning listening to the sound of rain outside my window. It was balmy 13 degrees out there. We’ve had so much rain this month that the city looks like a rain forest. I’m not complaining. It’s gorgeous. I forgot how gorgeous the trees are when in full bloom. Now is the time for photography. And to be eaten alive by the millions of newly born skeeters. They’re vicious this year.
This is how green the trees are. It’s not an actual picture. But my gosh. It’s so darn pretty. I loved my drive home last night from dad’s place.
I putzed around for a couple of hours on Spotify and created playlists. I used to do this with I-tunes but then friends at work convinced me to switch. While Spotify doesn’t have nearly the collection that YouTube or I-Tunes does – I guess it will do. I’m resigned to the fact that I’ll be paying $10.00 a month to Spotify for the rest of my life. Or until the next best thing comes along.
Next came lunch. I made a delicious omelette. I have some vegetables I need to use up before they go bad. But before I made that Tomato and Onion omelette (so amazing), I decided to cook up some eggplant that I purchased this week.
The eggplant did not go over well! It burned to the pan even though I used a ton of cooking spray. I guess you really need to use parchment paper. It is the best. The eggplant came out squishy. It didn’t absorb any of the spices I had added to the egg mixture. It just was not good. I ate a few pieces of that and put the rest in the fridge. Sometimes, just sometimes, dishes taste better the next day. But the omelette – I ate that thing up fast. It was delicious. I had another cup of coffee or two without thinking of later consequences.
The trick is cooking the onions first. Let them simmer in spices and oils until brown. Then throw everything else into the pan.
Dinner – I was lazy. Again. I guess I’m only up to cooking one or two meals a day. I find it easier to cook two meals at once and then save some for the next day. I’m kind of tired of salads. So, I’ve been looking for new and exciting ways to cook vegetables. Ergo, why I got the brilliant idea to cook eggplant again.
Several hours later, with my tummy gurgling that old familiar feeling – I’m regretting my choice. I forgot. The cardinal rule.
Eggplant, much like coffee, acts as a natural laxative. Or in plain language – it helps you poop. A lot. And I mean – a lot.
Which is great if you’re plugged up. But as I fall dangerously into the TMI zone, I will say this – I didn’t need help in that area. Not at all. Not one bit. I’ve been eating so many leafy greens and vegetables rich in iron – along with my protein fibre snacks packed with peanut butter that I made on the weekend and…well…let’s just say that’s the one thing that’s working well.
Extremely, well. My doctor would be so pleased.
I read that a high fibre diet can help with circulatory issues. It can also help with things like blood pressure, and it’s a great way to clean out your system naturally. Forget those expensive supplements and laxatives that you buy at the drugstore.
All you need is a black cup off coffee and a cup of baked or roasted eggplant in the morning. And voila.
I think I’m going to end there. My stomach is rumbling and making that unsettling noise again.
Remind me next time to say no to the eggplant. Sure, it’s yummy. The purple colour makes it so attractive that it makes me reach for it every time when I’m in the store. But damn. All I can say is – after all of this, I better lose at least a couple of pounds this week!
My mother always said I was vulgar. Ladies should never discuss things like sex or poop. Not a proper lady anyway.
Sorry, not sorry. Being vulgar is a gift.
Here’s a little Chris Hemsworth just to tell you how not sorry I am. I’m pretty sure my tummy will feel great in the morning. But right now – it’s pretty angry with me.
Tell me your eggplant story in the comments!