I love being a girl 99.9% of my life. I smell nice, I have pretty clothes, I get away with murder half the time. But tonight, I really hated being cursed with two X chromosomes.

After yoga I decided to cook up some quinoa for dinner. M dislikes quinoa so I took advantage of his absence to cook up a pot. Plans for quinoa topped with delicious tomato sauce tumbled through my head as I bent backward in “Camel.”

While the quinoa was bubbling away in salted water, I evaluated the dismal remnants of produce left in the crisper.

A red leaf lettuce, cucumber, chick pea salad with a homemade balsamic vinaigrette was born.

So where is the red sauce that is supposed to be blanketing my quinoa? Oh, let me tell you.

Apparently, I was disinvited to the gun show and my arm sticks were too weak to open the sauce jar. I stood next to the stove, red in the face, arms straining and hands turning purple and still I could not pop the top. I slammed it back into the pantry huffily and looked at other options.

I am incredulous I could not eat something simply because I could not get into it. Now I know how Miaosie feels when she sadly paws at her dry kitten chow bag.

M is going to get a kick out of this.

So instead of tomato sauce on quinoa, I plopped a dab of yogurt on top with squirts of tomato paste. Totally not the same.

Still angry.

xoxo,
Jenn