I'm starting to think I shouldn't post pictures of our Friday night meals because they always look sort of pitiful to me. In this case, it was a perfectly good pasta bake with ground turkey and vegetables, but I swear it's like the dish itself knows that I would rather have gone out to eat.
Know what had much more self-confidence, and rightly so? The Amy's ice cream we used to wash down boring Mr. Pasta Bake.
Anna finally got her first little taste of Amy's. On the outside, I mean. If you take into account my diet during the construction phase of Anna, I figure Amy's ice cream makes up about 25% of her overall composition. She was, as usual, appropriately enthusiastic.
Last night was Mom's Night Out at El Arroyo. I had...some Mexican food.
Sorry the picture is a little blurry. I have no idea why that is.
I even ended up digging a pen out of my purse to repeatedly write this url on bits of napkin like a drunk coed giving out her phone number. In the immortal words of Don Lockwood: "Dignity. Always, dignity."
This morning I realized that it had been multiple days since I had bacon and/or avocado, so we set out to Tacodeli to remedy the situation.