Bubbles and I were delerious yesterday over the quality of the spaetzle that our new spaetzle maker produces! Spaetzle should be a new comfort food. Hot, mouth-watering, right from the pan, YUMMY!!
I Googled “using spaetzle maker” and found a plethora of recipes and ideas. For example, you can bake, pan fry, and sautee spaetzle for an unlimited array of dishes. We buttered ours and added parmesean cheese. We also only made a half batch just to try it out. Boy, do I regret that. I should have made a double batch.
The “old” way to make spaetzle was to push the dough through a collander with a wooden spoon over a pan of boiling water. It was laborious, fraught with danger and yielded precious little. The “new” way still involves boiling water, but the loaded hopper wastes nothing and glides over the pot effortlessly, allowing glistening blobs of gooey noodles to fall into the cooking bath. The whole batch is done in about 5 minutes (or less).
The irony here is that I can only eat a very small amount of spaetzle at a time. There is little protein in spaetzle, although I am now wondering how much protein powder I could add without altering the taste too much. Hmm…
We are still looking for Lily. Especially after dinner when everyone has scraps. No more “Sit, Stay, and Catch”. No more smiles. No more “spank my butt”. No more white pig.
Give up? We both had WLS (weight loss surgery) about 4 years ago. We were both secretive/sly about having it done. Turns out that we were both embarrassed by our “failure” to lose weight using conventional diets. I know that Star has taken a lot of media hits recently. I don’t know much about her, but I could relate when she recently disclosed what many had believed to have been the case, that she had had gastric bypass surgery about 4 years ago.
November 19th is my “anniversary”. I have NO regrets. I lost the equivalent of more than a whole person. Unlike Star, I don’t have the resources necessary to reconfigure my body via surgery, personal trainers and lush spas. So I will have to live with the ugly reminders of my past life, “flubber” as my kids refer to it, jowls and skin everywhere. Not that I have any desire to have more surgery (ie more pain, inconvenience and down time), but a restful spa visit every now and then might be nice.
When my weight loss first became obvious, people would ask me what I had “done”. One lady accosted me in the grocery store (literally grabbed me by the lapels of my jacket) and demanded that I tell her what diet I was on. I looked in her cart and resisted the urge to tell her that it was not soda, choclate and chips! My standard answer was “it took a lot of hard work” (it did!) I do not consider this to be a lie and fully support Star in her evasiveness. When people asked me directly if I had had surgery, I was equally evasive and said things like “I’ll never tell” or, even more delicately, “it’s none of your business”. Really and truly, it is none of anyone elses business.
So why “come out” now? Frankly, I just don’t care anymore. Four years ago was a long time to me, and as big as I was, I never really felt like a “fat person”. My focus now is on being as healthy as I can be and being the best wife, mom, and grandma that I can be. I don’t care what other people think and having the surgery was just a part of my life’s experiences. If I can share them to help others make a decision about whether or not to “do it”, it will just add to the overall benefit of having it done.
