I had a picture for you, but blogger is being dumb right now, so I'm emailing this one in.
I'd like to warn you, that if the picture of my flax seed crackers didn't gross you out and you decide to make them? Um. If you do not normally have a heavy load of fiber in your diet? DO NOT EAT HALF THE BATCH in one day. That's all I'm going to say about that.
Busy, busy weekend. Going to see a high school friend's band tonight. I've never seen them - in fact I haven't seen this particular person since we graduated in 1991. The lead singer is the first person I "went with" in middle school. Remember that? A carefully folded note that says, "Will you go with me?" And then the drama that ensues the next day when you're no longer "going" with them because they gave a note like that to someone else that morning? Gah. All of it makes me queasy. Still. Obviously, I have not matured since I was 12. This may be why I think it suitable to pick up men in the psych ward. Except I don't go there anymore. I'm screwed. Or not, as it may seem.
I'm making meatballs to take to the potluck for the fun run tomorrow morning. I've been looking for a sugar free barbeque sauce recipe and not having much luck. Hrmph. Everyone thinks sugar free means you use Splenda or something. SO not on board with sugar substitutes. I'd rather use the real thing if I have to. Or do people put potluck meatballs in just a tomato sauce? How about a creamy tomato sauce? Or an alfredo sauce? Or a soy sauce kind of thing? I have no experience with meatballs and I have no idea why I'm dead set on taking them tomorrow. But I am. Any suggestions from the peanut gallery would be welcome.
But the best part about my weekend? Even better than the Southern Chocolate Pudding I am going to eat on Saturday night before the Symphony. Is the fact that I'm going to run. Run, run, run with my lady friends on Saturday morning. And that makes all the busy-ness just fine.