Sometimes I enjoy breakfast for dinner even more than breakfast for breakfast.
I mean, it’s pretty hard to beat a hot stack of fluffy pancakes smothered with crunchy peanut butter and pure maple syrup after a long day.
Sometimes I enjoy breakfast for dinner even more than breakfast for breakfast.
I mean, it’s pretty hard to beat a hot stack of fluffy pancakes smothered with crunchy peanut butter and pure maple syrup after a long day.
Fruity cocktails are my favorite.
And when I say “fruity,” I mean real fruit is right up in that drink.
As you can probably tell, I’m on a bit of a grains kick these days.
Don’t worry though, a cocktail recipe shall come your way soon.
Last week I consumed a ridiculous amount of bread, cheese and more bread.
I’m not complaining or anything.
I could never become vegan.
Okay, “never” is a very strong word, but cheese! ice cream! yogurt! cheese again!
There’s something about biting into hot, toasty golden-brown whole grain bread then tasting that flavorful, molten sharp cheddar cheese as it oozes out onto your eager taste buds.
You hear the crunch of the bread.
I. Love. Oatmeal.
In college I lived off of instant oatmeal smothered with the biggest glob of peanut butter.
So I used to work at a quaint Mediterranean cafe and the owner whipped up the best hummus known to mankind.
It really was the best.