Wednesday, September 12, 2012

Bleat. Meh!

Some people turn to alcohol when they have a rough day.

Others turn to drugs if they've had a difficult time of it.

I apparently turn to goat cheese.

meh!

This week is a marathon of meetings. I wear several different hats at work and each hat comes with its own responsibilities, its own team of people to deal with and its own regularly scheduled meetings. This week, as it does every few months, all but one of the eight different meetings I attend fall into a four-day stretch. I am basically running from meeting to meeting for four days.

Yesterday, I had a three-hour meeting in the morning. A 20 minute drive back to the office. Forty minutes to catch up on some phone calls and emails and then a 2 hours meeting. As I drove back to the office after the morning meeting, I started thinking about the fabulous salad I had for lunch.

Spinach, avocado, cucumber, tomato, mushrooms, green onions, pumpkin seeds, walnuts and black beans. With a sundried tomato dressing. So delicious!

And then I drove by a grocery store and my stomach screamed "Goat Cheese!!".

Seriously? Who goes grocery shopping in the middle of the work day for goat cheese? "You're fine" I whispered back in my best soothing voice.

"GOAT CHEESE!!"

"NO!!"

"GOOOOOAAAAAAT CHEEEEEEEEEESE!!"

Bloody hell. Seriously?!?

I pulled into the parking lot, marched in and bought goat cheese. Not chocolate. Not wine. Not butter tarts.

Goat cheese.

To sprinkle liberally on my salad.

I drove back to work, made my salad and added the goat cheese.

You know what? It was perfect.

Apparently my stomach knows what's what.

Kinda like this fellow.

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