I’m not a big gambler. I have the wonderful capability of loosing every card game. Maybe I bring bad luck, but point is I’ve never been popular at the poker table.
What I am good at is working the trump card.
If your wonder whats so special about a trump card (outside of a poker game), its basically can refer to any sort of action, authority, or policy which automatically prevails over all others.
I have many trump cards. Lets take a look:
Trump #1 :With my ED, my “trump card” was probably denial. I knew what anorexia was, but I ate, I never purged so I couldn’t have been bulimic. I was “healthy”. I was in denial that even “healthy” activities could be take to the extreme. Bottom line, I didn’t need help because denial trumped it.
Trump #2: Funny thing is, my ED was a trump card. Let me explain. I was often offered to go to parties or whatever in college, but no. I was “special”. I had an ED with strict regimes and rituals attached, it simply “trumped” all the social opportunities. I couldn’t eat dinner with everyone, cause I had issues. Trump!
Trump#3: My other trump card was exercise. I suppose this could fall into the ED catagory, but I thought I’d mention it and give it it’s own “trump card” acknowledgment. Here’s my example of how I used “exercise” as a trump card. I missed classes and lectures in college. I woke up late and needed to get my exercise in. Insreadt of sitting nervously in anthropology class, I succumbed to my exercise and missed it. Trump.
Trump #4: As of late, I’ve had a very depressing trump card. Its been my dad’s hemorrhage. I’ve missed a few days of work, I’ve put off seeing people, I’ve stopped reading some blogs (sorry, I’ll try to get back when I feel up to it). I suppose that this trump card may be the only justifiable one. I mean, now that I think about it, running X amount on a treadmill seems like a rather lame trump card to be holding. I don’t like having this trump card. In fact, I want to forfeit it. And on the bright side, it makes me forget about all the other silly trump cards I used to posses. hmm…..Trump!
Do you have a “trump” card? What is it, why does it prevail over everything? What makes it important?
I know, I promised you a myth busting monday but I didn’t deliver.
Truth is, I’ve had a hard weekend. My dad is back home, although I felt better while he was in the hospital. I felt he was slightly more alert and lively there, and at least in the hands of professionals to help him if something went wrong. I fear the bleeding started again, or that another anryem or hemorrhage. And of course, I feel he will mentally never be the same again.
I really didn’t want to write a negative sounding post, but this is how I’m feeling. Scared, worried, anxious, and helpless.
I had to teach my desserts class this afternoon despite my minimal tolerance for naive and energized adolescents. So we made pumpkin pie french toast. To make this concoction you will need:
2 large eggs
1/2 cup pumpkin puree
1/2 cup milk
1 tsp vanilla extract
1 tsp pumpkin pie spice
you favorite kind of english muffins
In a large bowl, whisk together eggs, pumpkin puree, milk, vanilla, pumpkin pie spice until smooth.
Preheat frying pan or griddle over medium-high heat. Lightly grease with butter or nonstick spray.
Soak each slice of the muffins in the egg mixture (getting ever “nook and cranny” drenched in the yumminess). Cook on the griddle on both sides until golden and toasted.
Dust plate with ground cinnamon or additional pumpkin pie spice. Or, slather some pumpkin butter and make a pumpkin pie sandwich of sorts. You think this will trump pumpkin pie?