Sorry for the awful, Fred. Glad it wasn't any worse, and that you, Hubs, and the cats are home now, with power.

Happy Birthday, Frank!

Salads: my diet offers, nay, encourages, all the lettuce I can eat. Let's just say I've set a minimum requirement for lettuce and manage to get that down. Salads=not food, in my world. I'd sooner go without, if that's what's for dinner.

I am with t. If I want a salad, a muffin is a poor substitute. But also vice versa. I would say I eat more salads than muffins, because I dislike most coffee shop type muffins. However, homemade ones are delicious. So I'm torn.

Are we sure a zucchini muffin isn't basically the same thing as a salad?

Muffins are definitely food, but made-with-flour means none for me. Still, a bit of cheese, chicken, hummus, or even yogurt or cottage cheese is what my mind accepts as "food".

All of which I can put on a salad with a dab of dressing cut with water and call it dinner. But cutting stuff up myself is tiresome, when what I get at the end of it is "salad."

I just grab a handful of lettuce and eat it unadorned. It's inoffensive, if uninspired.

Are we sure a zucchini muffin isn't basically the same thing as a salad?

I thought we were sure it was. Basically.

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Are we sure a zucchini muffin isn't basically the same thing as a salad?

TOTALLY the same thing. It would be unhealthy to NOT eat zucchini muffins.

I'm a science editor (science!). You can trust me.

That sounds like a tiresome weekend, Fred. I'm glad you have power again.

Today it was about 85F when I went out to lunch, and my first thought on stepping outside was, "This is kind of nice." My usual response to 80+ is "ugh." Then I managed to eat a lunch rife with drippy things (French dip, fries and ketchup) without getting a drop on my white shirt. I think I may be in an alternate dimension. I'm thinking the split occurred when the Supreme Court did something that failed to piss me off last week. It's all shrimp-less from here on out.

Also, in this dimension, zucchini muffins = salad, so I'm planning to stay.

Happy Birthday, Frankenbuddha!!

Sorry things are so frutrating at work, ita !

Fred, that sounds horrid! I'm glad you're back home safe though.

EAT A FREAKING SALAD, WHITEY.

Hahahaha!

Dear road construction workers, please turn off your radio. I really don't want to spend my day off listening to crappy country music and I can't close the windows without cooking myself and 2 cats.

Sigh. Going outside to talk to these guys would mean putting on a bra and outside pants.

Although not doing so would definitely get their attention.