Hey Ma, what's for supper?

I'll tell you what's for supper:  chips, guacamole, and an evening with the Detroit Tigers!  Well okay, I have to do homework while I watch, but it's better than no Tiger baseball!

I don't usually eat much for supper, preferring to eat my larger meals earlier in the day so I'm not going to bed on a full stomach.  A snack like this is just right.  Tonight is the third game of the American League playoffs and Justin Verlander is pitching, so I got out my glass holiday dish and made my favorite guacamole recipe to put in it.  Sweet husband's little smile when he saw it prompted me to say, "Do you think I should save it for the World Series?"  No, he thinks it's fine.

Here's my yummy guacamole recipe:

Two ripe avocados
Juice of one lemon
1 tablespoon chunky salsa
Large dash of onion powder
Large dash of garlic powder
Salt to taste, try a scant 1/2 teaspoon

Mash the avocado, add other ingredients and mash together well.  Serve with your favorite tortilla chips.  And don't forget to say a little cheer for my Tigers.

Keep 'Em Single

Last week I put my foot down.  There's only one day a week when I really feel like I need dessert, and that's on Saturday--Saturday night to be precise.  I suppose it's because when I was growing up we always had ice cream on Saturday nights, and all these decades later it doesn't feel right not to have something yummy then.  Sweet husband has the same problem...while my family was downing ice cream and cookies on Saturday nights, his was doing the ice cream and root beer float thing. 

So he has gotten used to stopping by the store on Fridays and picking up something delicious and usually cold and usually chocolate.  And usually in a large package.  Never mind that it's probably cholesterol-free since we've been cutting animal fats out of our diet...it's still high in sugar, fat, and calories!

As I said, I finally put my foot down.  Did I say, don't bring anything home?  Are you kidding?  I'm neither that good nor that foolish...deprivation only makes most of us want to indulge even more.  No, I said "Bring home single servings."  Now, when Sunday and Monday come I don't have a box of delicious something-or-others in my freezer or pantry to finish off.  The wrappers from our Rice Dream Bars (or whatever it may be) are in the trash, and we can forget about sweets for a while until next Saturday night.