Hockey, French Fries and other Family Matters

I remember my Grandpa Herbie once telling me that he could easily eat french fries at every meal. This was funny to me because a) my grandmother was the best cook ever (yes, way better than your grandmother) and b) I was, like, DUDE-GRANDPA, ME TOO!

We had 3 orders of fries this past weekend. One while watching the Whalers’ game in Danbury. The fries were great. I don’t know who won the game.

JustAwesome was (apparently) standing on the ice

during the game. I sat in the bleachers.

So, I decided to go back on my Weight Watchers plan, you know, get strict with it. With few PointsPlus values left for last night’s dinner, I made a roasting tray which JA then slow-cooked with some eggs for a More-Vegetable-Than-Egg-Frittata ala Bittman. Served with a large salad. It was so tasty and warming. Perfect. So perfect I decided to have it again for lunch but I didn’t have the patience to slow-cook the egg so mine was more of a scramble.

And I had enough PPVs left over for 2 gingerbread cookies (Lebovitz) from one of JA’s practice batches for her work Cookie Swap. I love that I live with someone who does practice batches!

Gingerbread cookies. Lebovitz

Midnight Crackles. Greenspan

Incidently, I lost 3 pounds this week. Thank you, Weight Watchers!