Sweet Potatoes: Used to make me hungry for November--now makes me hungry for ice cream: Sweet Potato Pie ice cream... the name of one of many things that brought us comfort this week. Thank GOD for comfort! 'Cause sometimes life is hard, y'all.
In other unrelated news,
I made an interesting discovery during our stint. I am not of the [jentacular] sort, unless, of course, coffee counts as breakfast, and in most states, it does not.
Jentacular -- Of or pertaining to a breakfast taken early in the morning,
or immediately on getting up.
or immediately on getting up.
However, if in the hospital, I am otherwise persuaded. See, they serve up blueberry muffins with bacon, and also, ham & cheese omelets with bacon. At home, however, laziness (my very own) serves up coffee alone... and the brewing is completely Stretch's doing. All I do is mix it how I like it. Coffee is my "bre-fryst" (as Sweet Pickle says it--which I think is infinitely better than the original). The moral of the story: If you cook it, I will eat it.
In other, other unrelated and disjointed news,
I recently had the pleasure of sharing a new word with my BFF. I learned that one of her favorite scents, the smell of rain, is called [petrichor]. I really like that word.
Petrichor -- "Smell of rain". Petrichor (from Greek petros, "stone" + ichor)
is the name of the scent of rain on dry earth.
is the name of the scent of rain on dry earth.
Also, I just found a sneaky little Diet Coke hiding in the back of the fridge. Today will be a good day. Amen.
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Not sure about the sweet potato pie ice cream, but am sure about the "bre-fryst" of anything including bacon.
Glad Puddin' is better.
Glad Puddin' is better...sounds like a loooong week.
I love hidden pop in the fridge.
You crack me up! :) Glad Puddin is all better!
Finding that sneaky little Diet Coke is kinda like finding that sneaky little $20 bill in your jeans pocket when doing laundry. Well, almost.
Oh yeah! That is some sweet hospital food! Where was THAT the morning after I gave birth. This is what they gave me: two pieces of soggy toast (there wasn't even butter on it and it was STILL soggy), one very rubbery looking scrambled egg, one cup of coffee, one cup of juice, TWO cups of milk (just how much peeing did those people want me to do??), and this very frightening 'bowl' of something I can only attempt to describe as "gruel" since I looked under the lid for only a split second lest my empty stomach become even emptier....
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