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Hey, why not? We're only human. I'm on a "type A weakness" streak in my blog so I might as well elaborate from the last post:
1)CHEESE!!!!!!!! Oh, cheese, how I love thee. I used to have pipe dreams about hosting a food/travel show in your name before the Food Network was invented. Well, at least I can still have my mozarella, feta, paneer, and farmer cheese among a few others. And yogurt. Yup.
2)Potatoes. Hey, I'm from the Midwest where the meat and potato diet is staple. Potatoes are comfort food to me. And I'm a quarter Irish and a quarter Russian. And boy do I love greasy hash browns! How do I escape the wrath of the potato lectin?
3)Semolina pasta. You know, I tried rice pasta, but it has a really icky smell/taste to me. I have yet to find that artichoke pasta D'Adamo talks about (at least finding it minus the semolina combo). Please tell me where you buy it!
4)Rhubarb pie! Mom makes the best pies. I'm the only one in the family who likes her rhubarb pie. Well, now that I'm enlightened by the Diet perhaps she'll have to find other uses for that big red weed growing on the side of our house, haha. That and she insists on using margarine to make pie crust for that pie. (I must have been adopted because I barely eat anything they serve at home in my own life!) When I visit home, my mom always gets upset when I use phrases like "that sucks" or worse. But any euphemism for "partially hydrogenated" makes me cringe. If not margarine, Crisco. Oh, dear Lord! Save us all!
5)Dad's meatballs (in keeping with the pasta theme). You see, he takes an entire day to make a big stock pot (for freezing) of this amazing meat-filled pasta sauce with meatballs and sausage. The sausage I have always been able to do without, but those meatballs. This stuff is to die for (literally for type As, lol).
I guess the reason I'm writing this tonight is because I just ate a very naughty food for my blood type. Tonight is so darn cold (-4F) and late and I just did NOT want to leave my place. It's an Amy's Kitchen pasta bowl with English aged cheddar cheese, broccoli (beneficial), tofu (neutral), and potatoes. Sometime within the last few days of my work marathon I purchased it out of desperation since I'm off work so late and nothing but the market next door is open. The darn Wedge is closed by the time I'm out the door and that's where I used to shop all the time before the seductive Kowalski's interior remodeled market with its dark wooded panels and low natural lighting came into my life, opened till Midnight. Coming on my break from the ugly sterile white interior where I work, this place is so pleasing to the eye and the stomach. Luckily, upon the completion of the remodel they opened a Starbucks so I'm keen on the Silk lattes. (Note to Aussie goat boy: you are rubbing off on me! I know you're rolling on the floor laughing your butt off at the word "keen", you little punk.)
Otherwise, I had my usual OCD breakfast this afternoon (yes, afternoon, I had a lot of sleeping to do last night).
And I've thoroughly enjoyed my day off, reading "Guess What Came to Dinner" by Ann Louise Gittleman. Great book, but makes me want to never eat sushi or own a pet again! Haha. And the Blood Type Encyclopedia. The anthropological section is my favorite. It's so fascinating!
OK, I'm hitting the hay now.