Yep. I’m blogging about what I eat.
One day, when my kids are grown, they will read this post and wonder about their odd mother who wrote about her food.
The other night, Sid and I were preparing to watch New In Town. Usually a movie is a cause for a little snackie around here. So I grabbed a saucer and . . . . .
dumped a handful of bean sprouts on it.
Don’t they look lovely?
Yes, they do. Just shake your head up and down and agree with me.
I grew those in a jar myself, so of course, they are beautiful. Don’t even suggest that they look . . . . . . like . . . . . . . .well, something less than appetizing.
Then I added
alfalfa sprouts. I grew those in a jar too, and they are even lovelier than the bean sprouts. Shake your head in agreement.
I topped this off with
little tomatoes. I didn’t grow those. My mother-in-law did, God bless her.
I then drizzled a homemade dressing of olive oil, vinegar, Italian seasoning and salt over my rabbit food.
Confession: the above picture is actually my second helping.
Usually Sid has me double whatever I make myself, so he can snack with me. But on this night, he quietly watched me arrange sprouts and tomatoes. Then he stole into the pantry and grabbed the chocolate chips.
I don’t think it was personal.