It's summer. My oven is broken. I've been feeling low. Cookies seem to have lost their medicinal properties.
TIME TO EAT PLANTS I GUESS.
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| Sometimes that's just what time it is, guys. The Mason Jar of Pens doesn't lie. |
It's been quite a while since I sat down and pored over a no-nonsense cookbook and I have to say, it was surprisingly motivating in a way that antique farmhouse feasts were not. I don't know, it's almost as though I've spent the past month putting pie and crackers where the nutrients are supposed to go.
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| Now I can put croutons there! |
That's some Tomato and Hard-Cooked Egg Salad under those croutons. Thought it would be best to start things off with a pile of eggs in a bowl, and I was right. I'm almost always right about that.
Then, Black Beans with White Rice, Spanish Style because I thought it would be best to continue things with beans and rice and GUESS WHAT.
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| Yep. |
For the record, I'm not cracking down on meat-eating or anything, just attempting to get the percentage of produce in our overall diet up over 2% or so. Still, I've noticed some quiet protests around the house.
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| This one was particularly trenchant. |
Anyway, we'll see how long this keeps up, tomorrow is Erica Eats Her Annual Hot Dog day, after all. In the meantime, I have discovered the secret to getting through summer and it is keeping a focused routine.
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| 10:15, like clockwork. |
