While the barn dance of yore would have been more than enough to warrant a summer weekend to remember, there was more.
The weekend actually kicked off in true Everythingtarian style – it was just me, an 86-degree apartment, white t-shirt, granny panties, a hammer and one old-fashioned freezer in need of a major defrosting.
Who needs conventional defrosting when you have a sturdy hammer and pent-up anger?
The fun continued with a slight twist on the classic Veggie Spaghetti using this kamut ditalini (or, in the words of Giada DeLaurentis, ka-moot deet-tah-lee-nee!) I so generously received from Opera Girl Cooks, along with a batch of her coconut granola…
Instead of buying jarred sauce, I merely took a carton from my Pomi tomato stash and added 1 T minced garlic + 1 T Italian seasoning to make a quick n’ easy marinara sauce.
The lost footage this weekend includes a jar of new-to-me nut butter…
I am going to add this to my ever-growing list of why I *love* Target.
In preparation for a 4-mile run Saturday morning, I slathered two slices of toasted Ezekiel bread with this creamy, sweetened peanut butter and called it breakfast.
For the record, I consider anything gulped down with coffee breakfast. That includes the potato chive cheddar bread I am eating while typing this, which I am digesting with the help of my 4th cup of coffee today (not to mention the Diet Coke I had at lunch). I blame the insomnia + thunderstorms last night for my lack of alertness.
Sometime over the weekend, I also enjoyed a massive bowl of banana soft serve. I am talking three frozen bananas, 1 heaping T peanut butter + 2 T dark chocolate chips in this bowl of lovely…
On Sunday, one of my bestest friends in the world was in town.
Do you even have to ask why we’re friends?
Diana and I lead parallel lives, which is a good thing for me because she is currently living in London with her British fiancee and about to start working for the London 2012 Olympics. I am taking that as a sign that it’s only a matter of time before I move to London with my British fiancee and fight her for the title of “Britain’s #1 American-Born Socialite.”
I can see the reality show now…
Anyways, we stuffed our faces at brunch (think French toast sticks, eggs, bacon, biscuits, fruit and chips + guacamole para moi) before heading to the local botanical gardens for some quality family time. And yes, for the record, I consider myself a part of her family even though I cut off her grandma about 12 times during the course of four hours.
I heart her.
I heart butterflies too, but not as much as I heart Diana.
This is how I felt when I was forced to part ways with my Wisconsin cowgirl turned British transplant…
It’s a good thing I am seeing her this weekend – for you and me – because that means guaranteed shenanigans to come.
Don’t say I didn’t warn you.
I would say my favorite part about Diana is that her family owns a Great Harvest bakery, and she brings me packages of free bread and baked goods, but that would be shallow. I mean, I could do without ooey gooey potato chive cheddar bread topped with a two-egg puff and nutritional yeast…
…but I could never do without mi comisura.
In Spanish, comisura means “corner of mouth.” And yes, that is my pet name for her. The reason for that nickname is lost footage, even to us.
And since I haven’t asked questions in awhile…
What did YOU do this past weekend? Refer to this post as well as the last one.
Do you have any obnoxiously weird nicknames for your friends and/or lovahs? See above.
Without further ado, the winner of the Sam the Cooking Guy’s cookbook giveaway is…
my best budgeting tip – always browse the circulars to see whats on sale & plan your meals around that. use coupons and always bring a list!
Excellent advice m’dear! Send me your mailing address and any dietary restrictions (I promised treats in addition to the cookbook!) to firstname.lastname@example.org, and I will get the goods out!