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Jumping quinoa and chocolate steamers with espresso shots

Last night Hubby and I watched The Men Who Stare at Goats.

It reminded me of the style of Brother Where Art Thou, and Clooney did a fine job of playing a soldier in the New Earth Army with paranormal powers. It was fun, it was silly, it was touching and gentle and quirky and wholly enjoyable.

We also watched The Informant.

So, the idea of corporate corruption and price fixing isn't new; weaving that into a plot where the main character is ridiculously bipolar and seemingly delusional in a sociopathic and rather confusing and terribly annoying way is new to me. I didn't really like it, probably because my cinematic preferences fall into appreciating the absurd more than the overdone (fine line, I know, but there you have it). Matt Damon did a great job of wrangling a bizarre character. He always does a good job, but I simply didn't like the movie much.

I'm not sure how we crammed two movies into a week night, other than it's still Hubby's Spring Break and I didn't resist, so back to back movie night was the result.

This morning I stopped at the Grove for a chocolate steamer with a shot of espresso, my first in months. It was absolutely delicious and helped fuel me through the morning.

I stopped at Trader Joe's on the way in, too, to pick up a salad for lunch. I had done one of the refrigerator scans that netted nothing I thought I might deem interesting for lunch (which is hard to do since how do you know what will sound/taste good hours from the time you're staring into the cool interior?)  What appealed (which reflects ingredients we do not have in the 'frig, so that's good)? Mango, Red Quinoa and Chicken Salad over baby spinach with a coconut chili dressing. It was the perfect choice! It looked good at 830, and tasted yummy just now!

The only thing they forgot to mention is that those darned quinoa are active little jumping quinoa, not the sedate and calm quinoa I've encountered in the past.

Must be the 'red' energy influence.

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