They get you to thinking about the game of life and if they really started tallying up the scores, I'd be on the losing end. I don't want to be a loser.

I bought a whole gallon of milk from PathMark that was expired a week before I purchased it but I didn't notice. Grocery fail. Poor P came home from a late night session and drank a huge glass of the chunky fermented lactose. Poor thing. Then we watched a few episodes of Man Vs. Food on Netflix, which is so good but probably not the thing to watch when you have rot gut. Good thing P's blood alcohol level is usually set high enough to kill off any foreign bacteria.
Saturday brunch is for celebrating life though and concentrating on what we have, not what we have not. I had noticed I'd seen a few people making brussel sprouts a new way on the tee vee, so I thought I'd give 'em a whirl. They peeled the outer leaves off and either roasted or sauteed them. Usually the thickness of a whole sprout is almost too much and then there is the slightly bitter core. So this is nice to actually taste the tender leaves, you still get all the flavor. I put them in an omelet with onions and mushrooms, a little cheese. I served that along some turkey bacon that my dad turned me on to in Tucson. It also is too expensive unless you catch a sale and that's what I did. It cooks up quick, very little fat but does smell like good bacon and has a nice crisp. Definitely worth eating instead of pork bacon for health reasons. I didn't miss the fat.
Sometimes maybe you have to breakdown in order to make room for a change. So its probably all a good thing. Or is that just what poor losers like me tell themselves when everything's gone to shit.
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