swimsuits and fake meat

Blargh today is a migraine day. My recovery plan includes:

1. A can of those pieces of braised seitan you can get at random Asian-type groceries around the city. I suppose I should have guessed this earlier, because the stuff clearly comes packed in a greasy fluid that only comes off your hands with soap, but I’d been using this as the lazy girl’s chicken for a couple of years and thinking “It’s seitan! It’s healthy-ish!” before looking at the nutritional information on the back.

Sadly,  all that separates a can of braised seitan from a 10-piece McNugget Value Meal is a 10-minute walk to Arch and Broad. But it was in my cupboard, and now it is in my stomach, because when I get migraines, my body demands that I eat like a pregnant woman crossed with late-stage Elvis.

I just thought that I’d share the nutritional information with anyone who might have also assumed that it was good for them just because they found it at Fu-Wah.

2. Linking up a fashion-type event. Speaking of getting fat, it’s almost swimsuit season!

Swimsuit Fashion Show, Thursday March 26th at Pearl, 1904 Chestnut Street Philadelphia.  Music by DJ  Aiden Scott.  Open bar 10-11, RSVP for no cover.

3. Sleep.

Sorry, y’all! My thinking parts hurt! Back tomorrow!