Since running the 1/2 marathon just yesterday, I’ve dominated this half-pint of ice cream…
Dominated as in finished it all.
It’s gone. Finito. End. Done. Never to be eaten again.
It’s a mere speck of one glorious moment in time forever sealed in the deep caverns of my crazy brain.
Me a drama queen? Nah.
Me a brat queen? That’s more like it…
Welcome to the World’s Largest Bratfest!
I swear Madison has other, more sophisticated claims to fame such as the fact it’s consistently listed as one of the Top 100 Places to Live in the U.S. and that it boasts one of the most bike-friendly communities and it’s one of the 10 Best Cities to Look For Work.
Unfortunately, all these kudos are lost on those who flock to the only capital city on an isthmus every Memorial Day weekend to eat massive amounts of processed meat on a bun and drink beer.
Yours truly included.
There’s no shame in my brat-eating game.
As long as said brat is topped with sauerkrat + mustard…
Because the sausage in my hand is smaller than it appears.
What’s even easier than that?
The plethora of jokes one could make about the ‘Double Johnny’ Kevin is currently holding in his hand. TWSS. We both deemed this sandwich extremely blogworthy. I mean…it’s so classy, it’s served on a hamburger bun.
Bertz’s funnel cake was also very blogworthy…
Doesn’t he pull off the color yellow fabulously?
It takes a special skin tone to wear yellow.
To end our epic journey in the land of brats, we took a golf cart back to the parking lot.
Yes, we are lazy.
And yes, it was the best decision we made all day.
Not the end of the day however.
The rest of Sunday was spent watching a ridiculously bad movie called Sex and the City 2 in a gloriously air-conditioned theater while eating a box of Milk Duds. I take that back. I finished the Milk Duds before the movie even started.
I love Sex and the City.
But I did not love this movie.
With the exception of a few bright spots (the fashion, Charlotte’s motherhood woes, Miranda + Liza Minnelli’s performance to “Single Ladies”), it was bad.
I hate saying that.
But it was.
This morning started with a Papa GC favorite – PB+S toast!
Amen to three-day weekends.
Before I knew it, it was lunchtime.
Blueberries, Dannon Vanilla Greek yogurt, the last Almond Joy Blondie (tear) and a big ol’ junk salad (spinach, yellow pepper, cherry tomatoes, cucumber, celery, cilantro, Mrs. Dash Fiesta Lime seasoning, salsa + drizzle of ranch).
Fruit + protein? Check.
Whole grains, healthy fats + veggies? Check.
A well-balanced meal if I do say so myself.
Then, I went to Target.
Made a stop by Barnes + Noble to do some research.
I took my recipe for Walnut Chocolate Chip Banana Bread and made some modifications:
- NuNaturals erythritol crystals (for sugar)
- spelt flour (in place of whole wheat)
- 1/2 cup slivered almonds (for walnuts)
- 1/3 cup shredded coconut (instead of chocolate chips)
- a muffin tin (for loaf pan)
- added 1 t cinnamon
I think the addition of coconut gave it an added subtle sweetness.
I served mine with buttah.
It was fab.
Then I took a 1 1/2 long nap and am now completely out of it.
That’s why I don’t nap.
I lose all sense of time and space.
Obviously, in my senseless nature, I thought it the perfect time to blog.
Makes sense, no?
I’m going to hit ‘Publish’ then eat dinner, head out on a walk and make it an early night.
- Check out my guest post on Matt’s blog
- Read up on 10 Things You Didn’t Know About Bananas
- Give back and check out Silk’s breast cancer awareness campaign