poor timing

I braved the after-church crowd at the local ShopRite today to lay in supplies, to the tune of $186.41. This included a couple of doses of Fleet Phospho-Soda and a couple of Fleet enemas, since I'll be having a colonoscopy on Wednesday. (This is just part of my detailing, and I'm not worried about it. I'm on the three-year plan because of polyps in the past.)

Right now there's a huge pot of black bean soup on the stove, from a recipe out of Cook's Illustrated magazine. This is for tomorrow, as this evening I have to make a pizza or toss the dough I made the other night. Tonight's pizza will be gorgonzola/walnuts/pineapple. If you haven't tried this, you truly do not know what you're missing. Oh, should I post the recipe?

Tomorrow, if I have time, I'll be making some jalapeno cheddar corn bread from the same magazine, to see if it's better than my recipe. That will be lunch, if I can plan my time properly, with the black bean soup and a salad. I got some endive and radicchio. And red leaf lettuce. And romaine. And spinach.

Also from this magazine, I've planned to make a glazed winter vegetable plate, and chicken teriyaki, and pork chops with vinegar peppers. Not for the same meal, of course. Which brings me to the point of this post: I can't eat on Tuesday. I don't know if I'll be up to eating lunch on Wednesday. I'll be babysitting Wednesday evening if everything goes okay with me.

I knew, when I was fighting my way through the throngs of witless shoppers today, that this is an abbreviated week as far as food goes. I know that all day Tuesday I'll be thinking of glazed winter vegetables, pork chops with vinegar peppers, corn bread, and molasses cookies. Perhaps I should have saved my floor-scrubbing for Tuesday.

What was I thinking?