It's hot, which means I only want to eat things on top of bread. I mean, I am also breathing and awake, which means I only want to eat things on top of bread.
Battle Things On Top of Bread: Rachael v. Martha
|Curry in a Hurry Tuna Salad|
|Grilled Pepper and Red Onion Pizzas|
The tuna salad was too sweet. The grilled pizza was too much of a reality check regarding how little I want to grill outside when it is 100 degrees in the afternoon. Winner: this bread bowl of soup that Anna went to town on yesterday.
|For the record, I fully supported her efforts to eat as much bread as possible without destroying the structural integrity of the vessel.|
Alright, that's all I've got. Have a weekend, guys.