Why I ate 5 maybe 6 desserts last night for dinner, or Squirrel vs Bird Feeder

I’ve been living just out of NYC now for a bit, and have adapted to certain things but not all. One that is really hard to adapt to is the lack of restaurants to call for food delivery. Please don’t judge me too harshly, but yes, I, like 1000’s of NYC’ers ordered out, on a nightly basis, a variety of fabulous food that was delivered right to my door. 
(and yes I even ordered in scrambled egg breakfast for my son ....)

So since arriving here in the deep woods, ( and don’t pay any attention to that sidewalk in front of my house) i have learned if you want to eat, you have to cook.

My friend Liz has been cheering me on to get in the swing of things and to start cooking healthy, simple meals. She actually does make it look fun, but frankly i wish i could just order in from her.....

So here’s what happened, when i was inspired by Liz last night, to cook.

I’m basically a vegetarian or as my brother calls me a “bacontarian”. Yes, I do enjoy bacon sprinkled on food occasionally, but I think of bacon as a condiment.

I bought a big bag of brussel sprouts and was going to roast them with oil and garlic. (Even if you don’t like brussel spouts you will be converted if you make them this way. I swear.)

I put the bright green brussels in a colander and turned on the faucet to rinse. While waiting for the rinsing to complete I stepped out on the back balcony off the kitchen. I had just finished that afternoon putting up a new bird feeder that claimed to be “squirrel proof” and was hoping to see the cardinals returning to the feeder all pretty and red... but no.

There he was hanging upside down from his tail, stretching his little paw into the feeder and grabbing gobs of seeds and treats and shoving it into his mouth faster and faster...

URG!

I looked around and grabbed the closest thing I good use as ammunition and started to hurl away. Those little green balls were the perfect size to pitch. I’m not such a great shot. About half ended up in the hedge behind the feeder and another quarter on the ground below. But a few almost made aim. But that squirrel ducked and dodged those little balls like a pro in gym class, emitting that little squirrel chatter that sounded like he was laughing right at me every time I missed. I threw harder.

I was out of ammunition and the squirrel continued to eat.

I realized that was going to be a bit tricky for me since dinner was now stuck in the hedges and rolling on the ground....

While contemplating my next move, but still keeping my eye on the feasting squirrel, I ate three large cinnamon cookies. Maybe four...

It went even further downhill from there. 
I’m actually amazed how much sugar I consumed. At least 5 full desserts, maybe 6 until I felt a bit ill.

What can I tell you. I’ll try better tonight.

I’m trying to think of the moral of the story, but I don’t have one.

I feel better sharing this sad little “fluffy” tail. ;)

xo
Alison

UPDATE
The brussel sprouts are gone from the hedge.
Something ate well last night.

A