Good Thursday morning!
I’ve been in Texas all week, and I do apologize for the lack of datecation updates this time around. I’ve wanted to write, I really have, but…I didn’t have anything to share! I’ve been telling Eric we needed to go out and do something I could write home about. Something I could photograph. I’ve been saying it…but we haven’t actually gotten around to doing it.
Then yesterday I realized my mother would start to believe Eric had waited til the second datecation to murder me and that I needed to write about what I’ve been up to.
Well, what I’ve been up to is fulfilling the three basic human needs (BHN). And since writing about the sleep is boring, and writing about the S is risky business, I guess you guys are going to have to settle for hearing about the food.
Last week, I started keeping my eyes peeled for Datecation 2.0 recipes and when I saw pics of a delicious pizza that Shelby from Eat, Drink, Run had made (and served with sweet tea vodka, of all things). I begged for the recipe and she indulged me.
In preparation of my visit, Eric went to the grocery store with a list I gave him so that I didn’t have to do it when I got here. There’s little I love more than a well-stocked fridge, but a well-stocked fridge that has all the ingredients I need to make all my desired recipes that didn’t involve me spending an hour at Super Target and another ten minutes dragging it in the house and putting it away? That makes me very happy.
So Eric can grocery shop and he cooks and eats better than many guys….but he’s not the best cook in terms of technique or experience. (Don’t worry; he brings those things to the other BHN). Last night’s pizza dinner was sort of a tutorial. I made the main pizza and he made what we call “arcade pizza.” Arcade pizza is homemade pizza, so named because it tastes just like the deliciously cheap, cheesy, cheezy pizza you eat at roller skating/bowling/arcade birthday parties when you are a kid.
Eric’s pizza: crust, sauce, cheese.
My pizza: crust, sauce, cheese, goat cheese, roasted red peppers, diced chicken sausage, drizzled with balsamic vinegar + honey reduced to a syrup on the stove top…all sprinkled with fresh thyme.
While the pizzas were in the oven, we made a salad. I had Eric start it — how is he ever going to get better if he doesn’t practice? Still, I could only watch him practice for so long. I’m not saying my chopping skills are exactly Food Network-worthy, but there came a point when I couldn’t stand it anymore. I just sort of grabbed the knife and the onion and told him to wipe his tears and go set the table, that I’d handle it from there.
We feasted while watching the Tour de France. It’s good to eat carbs while other people are performing great physical feats; it makes you feel athletic by association.
The pizza was good. I loved the spicy chicken sausage and that balsamic syrup was baller. The arcade pizza was good too, and I’m not just saying that to make Eric feel good about himself.
In response to that compliment, Eric pointed out the whole pizza-is-like-sex thing (in both cases, even when it’s bad it’s still pretty good). I begged to differ. Yes, this is true in the case of pizza, but I believe — and please, you can tell me if you agree — that there is such a thing as bad sex. Sometimes I’d rather not have someone attempt to take care of that BHN; I’d rather just say “Forget it” and go eat pizza.
Anyway, by 8:00 it had cooled off to 95 degrees (!!) and I was trying to find things to write home about, so we decided to go for a walk in the Sugarland Town Square. It was a perfect night to get ice cream, but in an effort to avoid this becoming a weightcation, I made a gelato-only-once-this-week rule. But then I spotted a fro-yo store. Eric said that breaking my rule for yogurt was twisted logic, but I argued that because it has way less calories, it’s totally allowed. Not that I needed justification; I was a woman on a mission for tart yogurt topped with cereal and I was going to have it. Again…BHN.
I’ve noticed that once the BHN for good food is taken care of, the other two BHN come easily. And who doesn’t like when things come easily? I actually can’t believe how easily things come on datecation…never come this easily before.
So I wish I had more to share, but sometimes, it’s all about the BHN. The BHN are crucial to ensure the future of the human race. We must have them to survive. You can’t fight this. Things like abstinence, extreme dieting, and all-nighters go against our natural instincts. So I guess I can just say that this datecation…is all about biology.