what claire ate

What Claire Ate: December 18th, 2014

What is this? An actual breakfast a fully-grown human would eat?

Avocado toast with a mangled boiled egg.

Avocado toast with a mangled boiled egg.

IT LOOKS TERRIBLE.

Because the un-shelling of the egg was traumatic, BUT it tasted very good.

Sean and I have both been ill lately. He’s legitimately sick, I’ve just been teetering on the edge of illness for about 5 days, just hanging out in that realm where you think that you could be sick, but maybe you’re just faking it because you’re a lazy wuss.

Such mind games.

ANYWAY. When I feel shitty, I eat shitty. (One could argue this is the source of my all my problems, but whatever.) My point is I made some ramen and used the seasoning packet and drained most of the water out to concentrate the “flavor” and added cheese.

Memories of the 7-11.

Memories of the 7-11.

It tastes like high school. To be truly authentic, I should have used string cheese, but we didn’t have that.

Then I had pie because eff it and no one came to get any of the three test pies.

You could have prevented this.

You could have prevented this.

I did some writer stuff – typing and Facebook – and then went for a run.

When I came back from my run, I ate about five bites of cottage cheese and took a swig of pickle juice.

All My Food Is Ugly: The Claire Lower Story

All My Food Is Ugly: The Claire Lower Story

Then I took a bath and did a face mask.

It was $2!

It was $2!

Then, like zombies, Sean and I stumbled through various errands and tasks.

He made beans and rice for dinner. I made mine into a burrito.

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I also had some cranberry juice.

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We then continued working our way through Doctor Who (Sean’s first time, my second). Viewing snack was prosciutto-wrapped pears.

Angie would like some please.

Angie would like some please.

The End.

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One thought on “What Claire Ate: December 18th, 2014

  1. I co-sign this illness strategy. I’m currently struggling through the part of sick where you lose your sense of taste, and can’t even eat/hot toddy your feelings. It’s the worst.

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