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| My yard in the morning 10-13-26. |
The morning was leisurely and I spent some of it finally making a box of Manischewitz potato pancakes from the pantry. The project took longer than I expected, mostly because I don’t fry foods in vegetable oil very often.
The batter seemed endless and I stood at the counter eating potato pancakes
and applesauce while cooking the rest of it. The pancakes were good, but not as
crispy as the glowing description on the box described they would be. I fully
accept that it was most likely an operator error/recipe misstep.
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| Not so crispy potato pancakes and applesauce. |
It was dance double-header day with two hours of Denishawn
in the afternoon and an hour of belly dance at night in another town, miles away. I failed to properly
consider food for the day and headed out with a lone chewy granola bar, a
bottle of water, and no food plan for the next 6.5 hours. I ate the granola bar
on the drive and arrived at my first class already hungry. Talk about a
misstep.
After the first class and barely seven minutes into the
drive to the second one, Waze rerouted me without explanation. I have tried to
defy the oracle in the past and regretted it, so when the navigation system
suddenly wanted me to turn left, I did. I don’t know what mishap Waze was sparing
me, but the new route delivered me smack into a traffic jam.
For 20 minutes I sat in a line of traffic, with the only
forward movement occurring when a few other vehicles bailed, hooked a left into
one of the parking lots on the other side of the street, and headed back the
way we had just come. Much of my time spent not moving was spent in front of a
Thai restaurant, hungry and closer to home than the destination. It took
everything I had to not pull into the restaurant, have a nice Thai dinner, and
go home.
Even with the delay, Waze indicated I would still arriving
on time (thank goodness for my neurotic big built-in time cushions), so I continued
to class. My brain was foggy with hunger and everything felt difficult, even
the stuff I know how to do. It was frustrating and much of it (or all of it) was my own fault. There is a definitely a lesson about planning ahead
and feeding myself in there and I hope I remember it.
The drive home was dark and wet. With flashing yellow, red, and blue lights all around, a trailer with an oversized load banner on the back and a house on the trailer passed me at one point. The spectacle of trailer, house, and entourage was very festive.
When I arrived home, ravenous,
I headed for the fridge before even taking my coat off, grabbed the bag of deli cheese
ends, sat on the couch and devoured a nice thick slab of some tasty unidentified
cheese that was definitely not American, Swiss, or provolone. And I started to
feel better. Next Tuesday, I will need to have a better food plan. I didn't enjoy the preventable missteps.












