Today was a grand day. Cooked up a scramble with remaining hamburger from Monday night’s Shepherds Pie, stumbled but stuck the landing – I forgot salt in the home made sausage. *slap my forehead* It ended up delicious though.
And it fueled me enough to get started on the closet. I spent hours in there folding 3.5 baskets of clothes. It’s obscene how many articles of clothing I have, and ridiculous that I’ve let my girlfriend wash them, but haven’t followed up on 3.5 loads of laundry! I can’t let that happen again. And I need to donate some…
Half-way through, I got hungry… tuna salad sounds nice. Whipped some up with the remaining mayo (40aprons recipe from our In-N-Out night), celery, black olives, pickles, one Serrano pepper (gutted) and Brussels sprouts that were chopped on Monday as well. With a dash of Coconut Amino’s and salt and all of the pepper I could stand. All in a little “taco” shell of Romaine lettuce.
This is the first time I missed wheat bread. It’s a really delicious tuna salad but I don’t think I’ve ever had it without bread. By the end of it though I was fine and in heaven with the flavors. Maybe I convinced myself but I think bread kind of numbs the flavors a bit? Maybe an open-face?
Another couple of hours in the closet and its looking great. Still need to donate half of my clothes but it will work for now. They take a week on Marie Kondo’s show, so I don’t feel bad at all.
My good friend decided to come over after all and will bring her own food she had, she doesn’t yet know the umami delicousness of the Chicken Cacciatore. We have left-over but also need to use our peppers. So I made that again, while UFC 246 was on, waiting for McGregor to get up there.
Finished in the nick of time but I was literally looking at my plate to cut the chicken off of the bone and missed Cowboy going down. Thank god for instant replay. And holy cow that was an amazing way to hit someone. Shoulder checks right in the face during a grapple?
Anyway, my good friend enjoyed her food but the Cacciatore smelled too good for her to avoid and now she wants to make Whole30 with us on our weekly get-together’s. We have a convert!