Well, birthday week was a smash. A swimming smash. Movies were watched, no presents (we weren't into that his year), phone calls were made, and such, but basically we just ate loads of cake. Bathed, clothed, and slept in cake. And I never thought I would actually say this, but I am almost sick of cake... I know, where is my soul? The Boston Cream Pie was AWESOME, and the Josh made (mostly) a coconut cake, with lemon curd and cream cheese frosting, for realz, y'all. So good, fatty times were had. And I didn't go to the gym this morning... But I will be at pilates this afternoon, where I plan to repent for all my caloric sins. So the menu, it's a bit indulgent, maybe too much pasta, but no cake.
Menu:
Pumpkin Saag (still needs to be made)
Beans n Bread (also, not made yet)
Salmon+lemon risotto+ spinach
Rigatoni alla pastora (way naughty) + brussel sprouts
Espresso Black Bean Chili + Fixin's
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