Vegetables and whole grains. Vegetables and whole grains.
Vegetables and whole grains. Vegetables and whole grains. Vegetables and whole grains.
It started like a whisper, maybe on December 27th or so. It got louder, when we went to McMenamins for pints and burgers. It got louder, when we stopped at Eugene City Bakery to get pastries for the train ride. It got louder, when I couldn’t decide between Swedish Fish and Raisinets at the movie theater so got both. It started screaming by the time we went to Burgerville for lunch, and I could barely hear anything else as I ate my Grand Central Bakery cinnamon roll waiting for our plane back home. And then I spent two days celebrating new years and watching football (i.e. drinking champagne and sausage risotto, and eating pulled pork and drinking beer), and my body said “my god, I give up.”
So tonight we had this for dinner.
