Lunch (after work): Last couple of slices of Safeway whole wheat baguette, toasted with butter and apricot jam; banana; 5 tiny gingersnap cookies; pistachios.
Shopping (a very complicated shopping trip involving four stops; with heavy rush hour traffic making it even more grueling, this took me about two and a half hours.): (liquor store) smallish bottle of vodka, $8. (New Grand Mart): thick sliced ribeye (package of three small steaks), pork chops, thai basil, 2.5 lbs. fresh fava beans, 1 stalk lemongrass, 1 yellow onion, black seedless grapes, 2 jalapeno peppers, 1 lb. of tiny Indian purple eggplants, 4 small yellow mangos, $29. (Coop): 9 vanilla beans, $36. (Whole Foods): Maple Flax Plus cereal, whole milk, 4 rolls Seventh Generation toilet paper, 2 house-made demi-baguettes, big bag of their addictive house-made tequila lime corn chips, super tampons, loaf of challah, 2 dozen cage-free brown eggs, loaf of ciabatta, Irish back bacon, quart of house-made sweet potato and kale chowder, raw manchego cheese, balsamic Bellavitano cheese, membrillo (quince paste), bag of organic baby arugula, 3 organic avocados, mascarpone cheese, house-made guacamole, house-made pico-de-gallo, $87.
Dinner: Whole Foods-made sweet potato and kale chowder; Whole Foods demi-baguettes with butter; balsamic-infused Bellavitano cheese. The chowder was insipid and tasteless, watery and sweet. I added salt and pepper, cayenne pepper, and lemon juice while reheating it, and this re-seasoning rendered it at least edible (though my daughter, with her high standards, declined to eat hers, and my husband did not take advantage of this opportunity for seconds). The "rustic" (as I announced it) bread and cheese, on the other hand, served on a plastic cutting board plunked in the middle of the table, were devoured in quantity by all. Whole Foods (at least our Whole Foods) makes terrible soup and great baguettes. The cheese was good too.
Snacks: 4 cups of coffee, 2 regular, 2 decaf, with half and half. Glass of red wine after dinner. No binging for once; although I remembered at work today that we actually sell small packets of Jelly Bellies at the restaurant. I was tempted; but fortunately all the packets currently bear designs of either Mickey Mouse or Star Wars. Both were, for some reason, slight deterrents to purchasing the jelly beans as an adult. (Somebody tell their marketing staff.) But I will now have to struggle with my addiction in the workplace as well, it seems.