First of all, what the hell are these?
They taste kinda like zucchini, but they’re round. (I threw away the packing list that came in the CSA box.) Some kind of gourd?
First one to properly identify these things gets my undying love and respect for all eternity (not really).
As with any vegetable-of-unknown-origin, we ended up slicing them and roasting them in the oven with some salt and oil and they were just fine.
Second, for those of you who’ve been complaining about how fat and slow you are (I’m looking at you AR), this weekend I ran three miles at a 12:00 pace and then got lapped in the pool by an 8-year-old. (And if you happen to run slower than a 12:00 pace: you got pregnant-chicked! Hey-o!)
It seems like everyone thinks pregnant women are both adorable and heroic (except everyone who reads this blog, apparently), so I’ve been thinking about entering a 5k just for the praise and accolades. Hell, a bunch of you who aren’t even pregnant act like running a race makes you some kind of super hero, so I figure I’m at least one better than YOU guys. And I’m sure to beat at least few people who are either really old or morbidly obese. Win/win.
Plus, running has become a 100% solitary sport for me: all my running buddies have stopped calling (but when you’re running a 12 minute mile, who can blame them?), and when I tried to make totally non-creepy unstalker-like eye contact with the lady on the treadmill next to me, she stopped and got on a different machine. (Bitch.)
As anti-social as I pretend to be, it’d be nice to get a little taste of that camaraderie and kinship that comes from being around a bunch of idiots with a common goal. One that doesn’t involve hot dogs or finding the ultimate free-trade quinoa.