There’s something about being in my growing-up-home that leaves me warm and fuzzy. I had a great weekend cooking for everyone. Yes I’m a weird student who comes home and cooks for her family.
Breakfast was delicious; the egg was definitely fresh and organic (there’s a huge difference between a regular and an organic egg…). The toast was a piece of bread from a bakery in Chase, soft and perfect.
My parents inherited a crazy amount of nice china… so they use it all the time now. Nothing wrong with using the good stuff, makes every meal special.
Plus another piece of toast + honey + margarine.
I went to Red Robin with a couple of my bestest friends. We had the Towering onion rings, and I had an Apple Harvest Salad with a poppy seed honey mustard dressing. Seriously amazing dressing… I didn’t snap any photos because they would have seriously made fun, since I had an extra-large chunky camera… (And eos Rebel, which will soon be mine!)
Later that day I did some baking staring this little bean:
Let’s just say it wasn’t the main meal I was making.
Then I got started on dinner, on the menu:
- Gouda and Lentil soup. (recipe)
- Mandarin Orange and Spinach salad with candied walnuts.
- Bun from Cob’s Bread (didn’t have time to make my own….)
- And the dessert!
- Some amazing Riesling wine from a BC winery.
So good. And what happened to those black beans?
Brownies!!!! I remembered reading about Black Bean brownies I don’t know when, and today I’ve decided to try it. (jeese I’ve been in a brownie mood…).
Recipe was from here.
The crappy photo doesn’t do them justice! Right now I’m chilling here waiting for my bff (Did I just write that?) to come over for some lovely waffles. Then I’ll be off to catch a bus to take me
home back to Vancouver. I kept catching myself calling Vancouver home, hmmmmm.
I’m off, I meant to get some studying in, but it’s not gonna happen… Something to do for the bus I suppose.