Today was filled with lots of food. But it’s ok, because calories don’t count on Sundays. I like to give myself a day off from green smoothies and what not. Plus, I needed to start the day with a solid base-meal as a means of absolving last night’s alcohol consumption.

I made plates of bacon, chocolate chip pancakes, fruit and eggs. Coffee x467853 on the side.


The pancakes were whole wheat and whole-great. I suggest you make them soon. Not now, because you have to finish reading this post. But soon.

Whole wheat pancakes

(for 4 hearty sized pancakes)

1 cup whole wheat pastry flour
2 1/4 tsp baking soda
1 tsp cinnamon
1 tsp sugar
1/4 cup unsweetened applesauce
1 cup + 1 tbsp milk
1 tsp vanilla
Chocolate chips (amount is at your discretion)

You know what to do. Mix it all up and pour 1/4 batter at a time on griddle over medium heat. Once batter starts to bubble, sprinkle with chocolate chips and flip.

After that filling plate of deliciousness, Tyler, Layla and I went for a lovely walk. Of course I forgot my camera on a beautiful clear day. Fail.

Tyler declared that we were going to have steak for dinner. I was kicking and screaming against it. So we went for Safeway and got us some meat! We also stopped at Jugo Juice for some midday nourishment. Yeah, sure, it looks like we just consumed a ginorm breakfast, but there’s a considerable time lapse in today’s story. I’m just fast-tracking through the riff raff. Did you want to know that I walked around the house for a bit, cleaned up the kitchen, and spied on Tyler killing aliens? No, that’s boring.

So these smoothies- yes they were great. And yes they are comparable to my beloved Jamba Juice I so desperately miss in the States.

Then the best part: a wheatgrass shot! Tyler knows I love my grass (the healthy, non-smokable kind).

Obviously the day was already quite fatiguing, so I downloaded Fifty Shades of Grey to my Kindle app and took a bath. 30 minutes later, I had read 3 pages, snuck in a 20 minute nap, and got pruned fingers. Relaxation success.

Fast forward through some more boring things and Tyler fired up the grill. Layla helped.

She’s good at what she does.

He made us the best meal ever.

I finished up some of the leftover potato wedges from the other night while Tyler cooked up a new tater for himself.


In a word…


Last, but not least, today’s menu ended with a cookie pie.

This recipe is meant to yield a crispy outer layer with a dense, moist innard. (terrible description, I know).

Cookie Pie
taken from here

    2 sticks butter, softened
    1 cup brown sugar
    1 cup granulated sugar
    2 eggs
    1 egg yolk
    1 tsp vanilla
    2 1/2 cup all purpose flour
    1 tap baking soda
    1 1/2 cups semisweet chocolate chips

Cream butter and sugars. Add eggs, egg yolk and vanilla until combined. Mix in the dry ingredients, then chocolate chips.

Press dough in a greased 8×8 dish and bake at 325 for 55 minutes are until a toothpick comes out with some crumbles. Wait one hour before cutting.


There, no calories consumed today. I can sleep easy.


Morning! (this is in a yelling manner for all you hungover folk. If I had cymbals, I’d bang them. Boom, you’re up)

Last night was mucho fun. There was a large group of us that went to the lacrosse game (Roughnecks vs Stealth…. See, I pay attention)

We even downed a few of the Dome’s ‘Heroin beer.’ Apparently they were supposed to be strong. I can’t remember of they were or not (good/bad thing?)

Nicole had a beer that they filled from the bottom. Yes, I said from the bottom. Believe me, we were perplexed. It wasn’t until Nicole sat down and was halfway through her beer did she decide to push on the bottom of her cup. Once a ton of beer poured over her lap, we then figured out how it was bored from the bottom- there was a magnet covering the hole:

For some reason, I thought finding a tv in the back of the bathroom stall door as picture-worthy:

Some cartwheels and a cab ride later, we all arrived at Hudson’s. I have no words- just pictures…





Time to make some chocolate chip pancakes for my potentially hungover boyfriend (he hasn’t awoke from slumber yet.) I’m willing to bet he is since I found him in the kitchen last night eating turkey from the fridge that I thought was stale. His comments were: *hiccup* April 10th! *hiccup* good till April 10th! *hiccup*- and you can quote him.