Yesterday was a super lazy day. We had what I like to call the saturday lazies. We did the bare minimum and napped...a lot. We made it to the gym, and we walked the dog. Other than that, we were couch potatoes. We ate on plan and watched trash reality tv ,(anyone else love the 90 day fiance shows?)
Today was an adventure. It was the first time eating somewhere other than our own house. My mother in law shows her love with food. She knew we were coming and yesterday she asked us what she was supposed to feed us. Jared told her steak and potatoes. So that's what she had prepared for use when we arrived. We try to tell her that we don't need an extravagant spread, we will still come for the football and conversation.
So there we were, dishing up our steak and potatoes. She offered us butter for our potatoes and I just said "no thanks," but it caused me to look at the potatoes a liitle closer than I normally would have. She had prepared them in the slow cooker while she was awat at church. They were glistening and a little yellow in color. I couldn't tell if it was the type of potato or if there was something on it. Listen...if this were a strict round I would have maybe asked. Hell, I wouldn't even have been anywhere that I could potentially be contaminated, but since this round was not that strict (butter is not a problem for me) I just let it go. I wasn't about to hurt her feelings by asking. So I ate.
Buddy got to come with us on this visit. Somehow the king managed to swipe a steak bone and was trying to swallow the thing whole, adding to the weird energy our newfound diet had somehow managed to cause. That's my Buddy, always a distraction. About 10 minutes into eating I started to get this little buzzing feeling right in between my eyebrows. I don't really know how to explain it, it just felt like a low grade, continuous electrical shock. BUTTER! I immediately knew there was butter somewhere in our meal. I didn't say anything, I just chugged some water.
We made it through the meal and Jared and his dad retreated to the livingroom to continue watching the Packer game. His mom and I were talking in the kitchen during cleanup. Maybe twenty minutes had passed since we had all finished eating, and I see Jared scurry towards the bathroom, phone in hand. I sent him a quick text and asked, "How's it going?"
His response was that it was explosive. I giggled and texted him that I am pretty sure we were fed butter. Maybe on the potatoes, maybe the steak. I wasn't sure, but I was sure. I just knew it.
So Jared can't have butter. And maybe it has an effect on me. Are we gonna start our round over over some butter? No. But I did take note of this occurrence.
That's all. It's been a day and I am ready for bed. Good night!
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