Peachy Keen

Today's lunch was pretty good. Not spectacular, but solid. The reliable details below:

• salad with 3 oz grilled chicken (romaine lettuce, carrots, bell peppers)
• balsamic vinaigrette
• thawed frozen peaches
• fat free vanilla yogurt
• clementine

Am I the only one that finds salads sort of difficult to eat? I always want to get all of the the ingredients on the fork so I end up stuffing my face. Well, there are harder trials in life.

I got a new bag of frozen peaches this weekend and I broke it open for the first time today. Mmmm. I really think I will never get sick of eating these peaches. They are definitely not as satisfying as eating a fresh, perfectly ripe peach. But, they remind me of eating canned peaches. I'm sheepishly proud (is that even possible) to say that I used to love canned peaches, pears, and the ultimate in bastardization, "fruit cocktail" as a kid. I remember my sister and brother and I would fight over who got the highly prized and all too rare maraschino cherry. The worst part was the squishy grapes, which I always picked out. Anyway, it's weird how my little peach pots reminds me of such a specific time in my life. Food memories, people!