What in tarnation were we thinking? Dehydrating? Like a Susie Homemaker?
Too much time. Too much effort. Too much pizzazz.
Pizzazz is intended for fashion, not for food!
Thus, we shall continue to buy our kale chips, pre-made.
For Nicole.
For Gwendolyn!
Off to Williams & Sonoma!
To return our Sedona Dehydrator.
Then to do what we do best: snapping self portraits. Much more compelling than a day of dehydrating.
What do you think of our decision to nix the dehydrator?
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Ah ah ah ah!!! Love it. :)
Ha ha ha!!!
I knew you would.
What an impulsive person I am. ;)
I don’t know, the dehydrator sounded like fun.
But then again, watching food dehydrate might have been as boring as watching paint dry.
AND the $400 can go toward my shoes for Friday night’s date;)
I’ll admit, I’ve always wanted a dehydrator, but it would probably end up sitting in the cupboard with my juicer!
And it’s humungous!!! 33 pounds. Larger than a standard microwave! It’s certainly a great “oven” for a raw foodie; and when I buy my own fabulous apartment, there shall be no conventional oven, just a dehydrator… but let’s face it… like Carrie Bradshaw, I use my oven for storage. ;)
I think I would have done the same; having a dehydrator would have given me anxieties like those that you get when you know you have junk food stored in your home 24/7 (which, by the way, is the exact situation I am in right now, living with my parents).
I sometimes do get inspired to become a kitchen goddess and make everything on my own, commit my time to chopping and stewing and braising and baking, but then after a while it all gets too time consuming and I end up stressing out because I’d just lost hours that I could have spend working or studying…or, your know, dressing up and being fabulous.
One very good thing happened. As I ventured from the parking lot to the Williams & Sonoma store (about 2 Pittsburgh blocks away), this tall, dark and VERY HANDSOME man wearing a long black wool coat covering scrubs, carrying a brief case asked if I needed help. Clearly carrying a 33 pound humungous unit + my bag with Gwendolyn trotting at my side was quite the show apparently. So he carried it for me, all the way into W&S! I should have given him my business card, but I was just happy that I didn’t stutter and successfully maintained conversation during the entire walk. Cute men make me nervous! :D … and hats off to you, girlfriend. Living with your parents and still having eating disordered tendencies? You can write a book about that!
Niiiice…I miss having handsome men in my life…or anywhere within the proximity of my vision. Oh, and they’re a good distraction from my ED thoughts too. But like you, I also get so nervous when I speak to them, and later I’m like, why couldn’t I have been wittier/funnier/anything other than that awkward 15 year old girl? Sigh.
Sigh not. :)
There’s one man. He’s married – 50, I think.
And each time that I even say hello to him, I blush like a little girl.
But he blushes, too.
It’s the little things that make my heart pitter patter. I’m a simple girl. And I think you are, too. So just enjoy it, and smile. :) xo
Getting rid of the dehydrator: Good idea. You can put away entirely too many calories eating dried things. Dried fruit is a calorie nightmare! Just eat the regular food and you’ll be much, much better off!
Sooo dead on balls accurate, girlfriend. Love the calorie feedback!