Everything But the Kitchen Sink

For the last month or so, I have embarked on quite the mission: emptying out the pantry. Like every other 20-something old woman, there isn’t much else that brings me as much joy as grocery shopping. Ok, well, there are quite a few other things, but I really like grocery shopping…. but not so much hauling all those groceries home with my little granny cart.

Well to the point here, I have been sorta “stocking up” for something for quite some time. If it’s a 10/$10 sale for canned vegetables, looks like I’m digging through for the salt-free varieties. Buy-one-get-one-free loaves of bread? Guess who’s freezer is full. Cake mix 2/$4 and I have a $2 coupon? Looks like I need to start using Betty Crocker cake mix and stop cooking from scratch so much.

Yeah, I get it, I’m kinda a junky. Well between little bouts of travel, I decided to see how long I could go without having to make a trip to the grocery store (except for small needs here and there.) And let me just say, I’m about at the end here. I know that Gabe is getting a bit sick of my zany concoctions, but at least my end date is Wednesday, and then I’m off to the west coast for a week.

Along with last night’s veggie chili pita pizzas (I know, it was weird) I was wanting something sweet yet healthy-ish so I decided on a vegan cranberry-almond quick bread.

Vegan Cranberry Almond Bread

Vegan Cranberry Almond Bread

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Mushy… and a Surprise

I would be remiss not to wish you all a very wonderful Valentine’s Day first of all. I don’t get all hallmarky over it like some, but I also don’t subscribe to the “singles appreciation day” that some do. I’m just some sort of a middle ground guy. Hey, I’m like Mitt Romney when he ran for governor. Oh wait, he wasn’t even that moderate, shit. Well… I’m not going to do a complete 180 like that.

Valentines day is fine. It’s a bit overrated. And heck, I feel this way now that I’m in a relationship, and I did before when I was single. It’s all the same. But I’ll take an excuse for some bubbly and chocolate. Bring it.

Before I get to what’s going on in Shaw tonight, let’s talk about my mush. No, not my being overly mushy (I can’t make any promises after champagne), but rather the mush that my hands were shoved in the other night…
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