October 26, 2009

Grease is the word

I ran 10 miles yesterday. WHY? I'm not training for anything. I'm not planning on running another half marathon anytime soon. I guess the real reason is this:I'm a pig. See all the greasy, bubbly, nasty oil? Most of that was in my tummy yesterday. I made fried pickles and these fried pickles were something out of a dream. They were delicious, crispy, wonderful, and divine. I think I finally perfected the art and now I fear for my life. And my waistline. You see, I celebrated by eating almost all of them myself. And there were a lot of them! Look at their golden brown hue... you can just about taste the crispness. Can you blame me?
I say "almost" because they were so good that I wanted to show off and ended up saving one for Spike. Yes, just one... and even that wasn't easy. It sat there on the counter, next to its spicy ranch dipping sauce, and taunted me the entire afternoon until Spike got home and ate it. I guess it's a good thing I felt guilty enough to run the 10 miles. I needed it! I'm making a deal with myself that the next time I make these amazing little morsels, I'll run BEFORE the gluttony begins... because there's no way I'm not eating them all.

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