I wasn’t going to make breakfast this morning because I was bushwhacked. I was up until 3 a.m. last night finishing my memo and the silly kitties woke me up at 7 this morning crying for food. 4 hours of sleep is like 1 hour in my book.
I puttered around in a haze and finally realized that I was going to be late for class if I didn’t get a move on. So I jumped in the shower and then spent 15 minutes figuring out what to wear. I finally ended up in yoga clothes. Some boy told me that I looked really comfortable today. Of course. Thanks.But I pulled it together and decided to whip something up three minutes before I had to head out the door. Mumsies dropped off a bajillion baby tomatoes yesterday evening that were calling my name.Those tomatoes with some leftover brown rice, wilted spinach, corn, and parmesan cheese = quick quasi-risotto. Ten seconds after I took these pictures, my breakfast was packaged up in a little plastic container and I was out the door.
I sneakily ate it like a squirrel in class.