I got up this morning, and it is literally SNOWING at my mountain abode. Well, snow mixed with rain, but when I was driving to work, the snow would freeze together in chunks and when the chunks hit the windshield, they would fly back in bigger, amalgamated chunks. Crazy. Now, for about half of my FB friends list, this is something to be excited about (namely, the SAHM's who don't have to get out in this and have absolutely nothing to do but stare out their windows and sigh) and they are all saying cutesy stuff about "Oh, I'm going to make some hot chocolate and snuggle with my baby!" and all I wanna do throat punch them. Yup, you don't want to be near me today, people. It is supposed to snow tomorrow too, which means that the morning run I was planning as a goodbye to this hellacious week is probably not going to happen. Sigh.
And I really need to run, because this is what I'm making tonight:
Yup, that's what you think it is. Pasta, ya'll, swimming in cheese sauce in an almost 2-1 ratio of cheese to noodles. And not just any cheese sauce. No dainty-do "blue cheese" or "parmigiano reggiano." CHEDDAR, ya'll. The extra sharp stuff, orange and sticky. Ribbons of it, melting as I shred it. Melting me as I consume it. And there is no crust on this, no breadcrumbs. No bits of ham, no peas. No sirree. Just cheese and pasta baked in a casserole and then consumed greedily. Sure, I'll make a big green salad with some idiotic idea of caloric balance. Sure, it is more to use up the romaine before it dies than to do anything else. But who gives a damn about romaine when you've got this?
And today, I can honestly say that I don't give two flying craps about how many calories I consume. For the past 3 years or so, I have vaguely considered calories every time I opened my mouth. Not tonight. I refuse to. I might wake up miserable in the morning, but you know what? It will be totally worth it. I will run, and next week, I will eat a healthy lunch every day and not order out one time and I will start a strengthening routine at 6:00 each morning (I was planning on doing that anyway--not just because of the cheese flavored orgasm I'm planning tonight).
Sometimes you just have to. Sometimes you just have to throw caution to the wind. And I have heard people say that about many aspects of their lives, and for the first time, I'm really feeling like it is true. In more ways than one. But I'm going to start with this pasta.