C, my oldest kiddo, and I met hubby and we ordered our lunch. The restaurant just started offering quinoa as a starch option. Because I'd heard all about how good for you it is, I opted for that instead of rice, thinking it was a good calorie choice. So, while my food was cooking, I entered my lunch choice into sparkpeople. I almost fainted when I saw the nutritional information for quinoa. 640 calories for a cup?!?! EEEK! Holy Moly! My bowl (which I never finish, because it's huge) probably had at least 2 cups, at least. I was freaking out. But, determined not to let the calorie limit take another hit, I ate half of it. My selection today was quinoa, chicken, broccoli, napa cabbage, and onions with ginger sauce. It was YUM.
Turns out, that must be the nutritional information for 1 cup of uncooked quinoa, because some googling when I got back to my office gave me much better numbers. :) This is awesome, now I can actually eat dinner tonight. I'm still calling it a victory because I evaluated my choice BEFORE I ate it, and ate enough to be full but not stuffed and not kill the calorie budget. Yay!
Because we had C with us, who, as I said before, isn't eating much, I thought I'd ask about the dessert options. Poor kiddo has a sore throat and I thought maybe they'd have ice cream or something cold that would feel good on his throat. The only dessert option was this:
Yes, my friends, this is a twinkie. A twinkie that, apparently, wasn't nasty enough on its own, it needed to be battered, deep fried, sprinkled with powdered sugar and topped with something that, I believe, is supposed to resemble strawberry sauce. Ew. I'm sure you're wondering why I have a picture of it....
That picture is courtesy of my husband, who decided we needed it. I can't comment on how it tastes because I didn't taste it. Deep fried nastiness was not on my menu today. Hubby insisted that it was yummy, but I noticed that he only took two bites. Isn't it odd that a restaurant with relatively healthy options offers this as its only dessert?
***One a side note, I just noticed Sean is following me! A celebrity blogger and weight loss rock star is following me! I feel like the time I met Mark Paul Gosselaar in Rome (you know, Zach, from Saved By The Bell). (And, by met, I mean stared at him while I hid because I was too shy to get close. Now, my friends from the trip have a picture with him and I have one too, I'm just not IN it.) I will stop acting like a 12 year old girl now.