I have bacon/blue cheese/bloody mary muffins in the oven

WHUT??

Successfully talked myself out of buying coffee at Starbucks when I have perfectly good coffee at home. Enjoying that now and trying not to be convinced by a cuddly Pumpkin to nap. Cause I have cleaning and de-acing to do today!

Also, she was very close to my mom's age, that always makes me a little anxious.

Yeah, I'm finding that, too. I think 70 is young now. I mean, young to be old, at least.

Ooh, that broccoli soup sounds perfect. Thanks!

My parents are 70 and 71, so the whole thing freaks me out.

This freezing of vegetables thing is something I should try. Except our freezer is tiny.

The muffins are very tasty but look, um, not good and are kind of problematic as finger food.

t, what sort of low-carb or high-protein finger breakfast foods have you found? I'm having a hard time figuring out what I can eat for breakfast that isn't super carby, and I think I need to (not really trying to cut carbs, just trying to cut "breakfast that is entirely carb", which is most things I can purchase at the coffee shop)

I've been making these "muffins" that are meat and cheese and an egg-cream mixture, baked in muffin tins (silicone liners = awesome). A little greasy to eat with one's fingers, but slightly more manageable than a plate of bacon and eggs. Or, like Atkins bars and shakes, I rely on those pretty heavily, really. Oh, sometimes a chunk of cheese and a piece of fruit (not really low carb, but I figure one piece of actual fruit is always okay, because it just is, okay?) - no cooking, and no plates!

Disclaimer: I'll eat a piece of quiche with my fingers, too, so maybe my standards for finger foods are, um, liberal. One of these days I will get off my ass and buy myself some mini springform pans and make a bunch of mini quiches to have ready to eat.

Oh & lisah, thanks for the explanation. That's really quite cool.

Dad just turned 72, mom 69. Can't.

Now Loki is working his magic on me- paw massage and being a giant purring vibrating pillow. This may not end well!

I went to a party as a 70's Disco Babe last night, and my feet hurt, my feathered bangs are sticking straight up, and I got a little tipsy, so my blue eyeshadow is still on.

Drinking ice water AND coffee; I'm not hungover, but man, I woke up dehydrated. I am such a cheap date these days. My two of my friends came as Daryl and Carol from the Walking Dead, and they were perfect!

Thanks -t! My roommate made some quinoa-ham-egg "muffins" a while back that were really good, but mini, and somehow we just kept popping them in our mouths--we decided at the time that they might be better as full-size, because it'd be easier to think of them as a serving. I need to find out where she got that recipe and try it again...

I love quiche, but feel like it's easier to eat by hand when there's crust, but crust isn't good for me...

My parents are in their mid to late 70s, so...stuff. It's all borrowed time from here on in.

If I had to decarb I'd be a crabby little camper. Thank god for oatmeal. I hope to try and make almond oat cookies later today. Not now--I'm exhausted from crocodile nightmares, and I need to conserve my energy in case I have to chase nurses down today, or even read in a new one.

I was very wobbly on my feet yesterday, and it took me a while to work out why. I've decided that as well as not using a cane at my house, I just won't use it in houses period. It's been two months since I've done a flight of stairs, even with a cane. In the end, someone had to walk the stairs below me in case I fell.

That shit is hard, yo. And I am walking like my mother.