sweet potatoes are like nature’s power-ups
Last night I was sitting in bed with my laptop, much as I am now, when I heard the familiar sound of a cat horking. I assumed it was a hairball, but heaved myself out of bed to deal with it anyway–a good thing, because it turned out to be actual vomit, strategically deposited in just the right place for me to groggily stumble right into it if it had been there in the morning when I got up.
It was Legba who did it. I don’t know what his problem was; he’s been fine today. Sometimes cats just vomit. (Bart and Dora also do it for revenge, when they aren’t just ripping things to shreds.)
Now Bart is curled up next to me with his head on the laptop, and Dora is lying at the end of the bed snoring like a log chipper. I suppose, having witnessed firsthand the kind of noise she makes when transported in a motor vehicle, I shouldn’t be that surprised. Legba is nowhere in sight. Dora doesn’t like it when he hangs out on the bed–Dora doesn’t like it when he exists, basically, but she imposes particular sanctions when he does it close to her.
I made stew in my crockpot today. As usual, I really believed when I started it at 10:30 in the morning that I was going to be eating it for dinner, but when I got home I was STARVING and it would have taken forever to let it cool enough to eat, so I just adjusted the seasonings and put it in plastic containers to refrigerate and freeze.
It’s beef stew from my father’s recipe, but with sweet potatoes instead of regular ones. (Don’t worry, I left the beer in.) I noticed at the gym today that sweet potatoes were on the list of “ten miracle foods you should be eating” that they have posted in the weight room. Also on the list: oranges and cantaloupe. I guess if it’s orange, it’s good for you, unless it’s Cheetos or something. The list also included broccoli and low- or non-fat milk. I would have had non-fat milk with my lunch today if the damn vending machine on the 4th floor stocked it. There was an entire row of 2%, and one of chocolate, but no skim at all–and no extra space for it, either. Who the hell drinks 2% milk anymore?
In other productivity news: I sewed a button back onto my favorite flannel pajamas (leopard print and roses, how classy is that?) and leveled up my CoH controller Achryn three times–that’s level seven now. I got a tertiary power pool.
March 7th, 2006 at 8:29 am
Sweet potatoes rock. Somehow my brothers and father don’t like sweet potatoes and it blows my mind.
Rich and I have, in the past when we actually had time and energy to cook, made sweet potato gnocchi which is like the food of the gods. Especially with gorgonzola cream sauce (made with non-fat evaporated milk instead of cream…our secret for lower fat creamy-tasting sauces although when you add gorgonzola cheese to it it kind of defeats the whole purpose). Mmmmmmmm…..
March 7th, 2006 at 10:02 am
Oooooh, I’ll have to try that for cream sauces. Yum, gorgonzola.
March 7th, 2006 at 4:55 pm
Why can I not play computer games and call it work? It’s not fair. (Pay no attention to me: I’m just sulking because my work duties have just changed, so I can’t go on LJ at work much any more.)
What is particularly good in sweet potatoes, apart from their being low-GI? I like them, so I’d like to know so I have an excuse to eat them. Gorgonzola, on the other hand, = ming. Bleah. Although it is a very good word.
March 7th, 2006 at 5:14 pm
Well, one sweet potato contains many times your recommended daily allowance of vitamin A, about half the recommended vitamin C, and smaller amounts of manganese, copper, iron, and potassium. And a cup of sweet potato contains seven grams of fiber and four of protein. They’re good stuff.
And as Matt suggested, now that I have City of Heroes as an “assignment,” all my other responsibilities are annoyingly boring and poorly animated. :p
March 7th, 2006 at 5:49 pm
Sweet potatoes. Not only are the tubers chock full of vitamin A and antioxidants and fiber and such,
The leaves are edible and probably even better for you.
What’s more, you can grow them as an ornamental.
What more could you ask for. Wasn’t the old geezer guru in Even Cowgirls Get the Blues wacky about them, too?