Inspired by DFeast Fridays share a favorite recipe with us. It can be healthy, or it can be a yummy indulgence. Extra points if you can include carb counts and other nutrition info!! If it’s not an original recipe, be sure to properly credit your source.
I had a whole other post all written up for this wildcard topic but then life happened and I have to share. This is the story of how we ended up at McDonald’s for dinner on a random Thursday night (last night).
Gwen has been really weepy lately. She is either growing, legitimately sick and tired, or PMSing big time. Of course when people ask how old she is she tells them she’s almost five! She will turn five in February and has been responding like this since the day she turned four. The girl is four going on twenty-one. At any rate she has been crying all week. The tiniest things set her off.
I was minding my own business when I heard weeping and wailing and gnashing of teeth. We’re talking convulsive sobs as if a best friend opened the front door and was immediately hit by a train. Just paint on the tracks. Gwen is beside herself with grief and I can hardly understand her. After about three tries I think I got that she had dropped a toy in the toilet.
A couple years ago Parker accidentally dropped Woody in the toilet and I tried the delicate cycle on my washing machine for the first time. Without being too lecture-y I told Gwen that this is why we shouldn’t have toys in the bathroom. She mourned that she wasn’t playing with toys in the bathroom. It was the bracelet that I made for her and it fell off after she peed. We walked into the bathroom and sure enough there were all the little plastic links I put together for her to make a bracelet. Being surrounded by yellow water I wasn’t about to rescue them. Unfortunately I didn’t flush the toilet at that point. I was hoping to do it later when she wasn’t there to watch.
Stormy tears ensued. Heath and I tried everything to calm her down. We hugged and kissed and spoke soothing empty words like, “You have lots of other shape links. We can make another bracelet.” Nothing worked. Trying to change the subject Heath asked what we should have for dinner. Gwen immediately said McDonald’s with the playground.
Heath and I exchanged looks.
Heath: If we go there will you get over this?
Gwen: No ho ho ho ho!
Heath: Then let’s not go out. Let’s think of something to have at home.
Gwen: No! I want McDonald’s!
Heath: If I agree you have to stop crying.
Click. The switch was flipped and Gwen was suddenly all better.
Heath: No more tears, ok?
Gwen wiped her face and smiled. As we were all putting shoes on and getting ready Gwen started crying again saying she didn’t want her toys flushed down the toilet. Parker announced he was going to the bathroom and Gwen melted into a heap of fresh sobs. Parker came in with a handful of colorful shape links.
Parker: Gwen dropped these . . .
Me: Please tell me you didn’t fish those out of the toilet!
Parker: They were in the toilet.
Heath: Go throw those in the garbage and wash your hands twice. With soap and water.
Parker: But they’re Gwen’s toys.
I was trying to not dry heave.
Heath: Well Gwen, Parker didn’t flush them down the toilet like you thought he would!
The scene doesn’t translate that well in text. You kind of had to be there. It was quite the eventful 10 or so minutes around our house. And we ended up at McDonald’s! The kids were thrilled.
While this isn’t a recipe I think the carb count for a quarter pounder with cheese, fries, and a Diet Coke is 88. Why do I know this? I used to crave McDonald’s after Gwen was born. So embarrassing! I have since gotten over that insanity.
One time when I was indulging in my secret love affair with mediocre fast food I was reading the boxes. I believe I read the carb count for what I was eating and the total was 88. That’s how I bolus every time the kids talk us into McDonald’s. The fat total is probably 45 or something which makes bolusing tricky. I just do a dual wave over two hours. It works.
Pre dinner blood sugar: 80
Two hour post reading: 138
Active insulin: 8.6
Not bad for artery clogging, not even that tasty, fast food.