Because I was running so late this morning, lunch was a bit interesting. When am I ever going to learn that I have to pack my lunch before I go to bed no matter what, else my morning will be incredibly hectic?
I had a pear that I chopped up, sprinkled heavily with cinnamon and nutmeg, then nuked before adding it to Greek yogurt (no time for measurement). I topped this with Pepita cranberry trail mix from Earth Fare’s bulk section. I also had two carrots and a piece of spelt bread slathered with TJ’s sunflower butter.
I couldn’t find an appropriate container for this bread so I wrapped it hurriedly in aluminum foil, which of course stuck to the sunflower butter. Don’t worry, no nut butters go to waste in my presence. I definitely licked the aluminum foil.
Speaking of not letting nut butters go to waste, I had a rather unpleasant related encounter the other day. I came home from work and found Brad in the kitchen. There was an individually sized package of JIF open on the counter (from a camping trip) with a knife on top. I assumed he had just made himself a snack and hadn’t used all of the PB. I grabbed the knife, which was balanced on the container, and licked the non-sharp end. THEN, I asked Brad what he was doing with the PB. He turned around and said, “I used it in Rascal’s kong toy”. Obviously, the knife was part of that process. BLECH! So I grabbed Brad and tried to kiss him on the mouth…you know, to keep the germs all in the family.
Some people would have gagged, but I wanted revenge.
You think I would have learned my lesson but the sweet potato biscuit I ate last night (from the container where I’m storing them) had a big bite taken out of it. I assumed it was from Brad, but you never know with those two…