OK, I promise to stop starting all my posts with a picture of my left hand.

Right after this one.

Now, I won’t show you what’s under that bandage, but let’s just say this carrot sorta reminds me of something that I can’t quite put my finger on.

You know, if I had some raw hamburger to stuff into that crack there I bet then I could finger figure it out.

So how on earth a little finger infection and minor surgery can throw life into such upheaval for a couple of days is beyond me. But then I look at that carrot again and think about all the nerve endings in my finger suddenly I’m reminded why.

I’ve sorta been “cooking” – if you call tearing up lettuce and hard boiling eggs cooking. I’ve sorta been “cleaning” – if you call napping on the couch instead of making a mess in the kitchen cleaning. And I’ve sorta been “exercising” – if you call lifting the bottles of pain killers and antibiotics exercise.

All jokes aside (all jokes aside?!) today is the best I’ve felt since the nerve block wore off on Thursday evening. I felt so good in fact that I eagerly abandoned my children and husband and sweat pants today to shower (with a bag on my hand) and then run off to eat something other than salad and hard boiled eggs and carrots that sorta gross me out.

Zak and the girls did their father-daughter thing this afternoon while I went and did my mother-daughter thing. Except I got to play the role of “daughter” this time instead of that name the kids in this house insist on calling me.

Granny Weeds and I hit up the vegetarian bar at Wegmans for lunch this afternoon.

This is one of my favorite places to not cook, not clean up, and not exercise – unless of course you count the stairs you have to climb up and down to get to the dining area as exercise?

OK, yes. That totally counts.

One set: once up the stairs, chow, back down the stairs, shop. Repeat as needed.

As far as I’m concerned, this is the best vegetarian food bar in the greater Rochester area.

Tons of variety and they change it up frequently, so many meal ideas to steal be inspired by, so many things to load on your plate.

And oh boy do I load up my plate. Mixed greens, pesto baked tofu, southwest tofu, shaved Brussels sprouts (stolen! I mean, inspired!), roasted asparagus, roasted acorn squash, orange and beet salad.

And the best for last!  Spaghetti Squash Gratin.

It’s that yellow stuff buried in there under the savory green stalks. Look again.

So. Good.

So good in fact that I’m sorta jealous I didn’t come up with this myself.  So good that I sorta want to try this at home and then share the version I come up with.

Except… I’m sorta still not up for cooking just yet.  Hey wait, Wegmans puts their shizz online!   Spaghetti Squash Gratin in da’ houwse! I found it!  Dang, Wegmans has sorta been my saving grace today.

Now if only I had an exercise tip to throw in here and this sorta half-assed post would be complete.

I’ve got it.  A song I heard upon departing Wegmans and immediately ran home to download and add to my running playlist.

If you can’t watch it here, clicky clicky.

And there you have it. A post that I sorta wrote.  Wegmans sorta did the rest.  And I sorta never want to eat a carrot again.