Cupcake Confessions

In the wee hours before dawn, I was up writing, during which episode I ate six mini-cupcakes (each a single bite!) and the rest of that garlic bread from the other day, and drank a liter of diet Coke. In the morning, after waking, a bottle of Tropicana's ruby-red grapefruit drink, and a Boston creme doughnut. Halfway through the protest demonstration at the Church of Christ, Scientist, we stopped over at Au Bon Pain -- a bowl of wild mushroom bisque and a garden salad lightly dressed in lite ranch. Also water, that unpalatable constant. Dinner was fun to cook, on a stool in the kitchen while Gordan Ramsey thundered out of his Hulu box. We had some leftover chili in the fridge; I sauteed onion and bell pepper with butter and garlic and Magner's and cumin and chili pepper, to stretch that a bit. On the side was a chop salad of iceberg, hard-boiled egg, raw red cabbage, carrot and celery, to which I added a fair bit of peppercorn ranch dressing. Opened a bag of corn chips, and dipped those into a jar of salsa and another of cheese, and into fresh, Nora-made guac. Finished the Magner's I'd opened for the chili, and have some diet Coke too, as well as a glass of berry smoothie -- strawberries and raspberries out of the freezer, with fresh mint and ice.